Date: Sun, 3 Dec 2006 00:07:33 +0000
From: succum241 <succum241@lycos.co.uk>
Subject: Mick and Friends - 15

Well here we go with chapter 15. The usual disclaimers etc still apply.

If you like the story let me know -- suggestions, constructive criticisms
etc all welcome. Write me at: succum241@lycos.co.uk

I would also appreciate your telling me a bit about yourself ( but only if
you want to). I would like to know what sort of audience is reading my
story and you would like to see in the writing.

Cheers Rick

Chapter 14 ended:

By this time, Mark's administration to my balls and cock had caused quite a
stir and I found that I had to switch my attention to that region, so I
laid back on the bed and let him take me over the edge into another
orgasm. Of course this one was a lot gentler than the last and I did not
produce as much but it was still very enjoyable. When they had cleaned me
up, their choice - not mine, we got dressed as it was time for me to head
off home. We agreed to meet up at the skate park the next morning and I
agreed to ask my mom to let me spend the whole day with them as they were
hoping Bob would be able to join us and we could then get to know each
other a bit better. I took off home a lot happier a person, knowing that I
now had some friends with a kindred spirit.

Chapter 15

When I got home, mom was already getting the tea ready and I was sent
upstairs to get washed up. Over the meal I told mom that I had had a good
day and that I was almost 100% sure that my new found friends were gay.
She was happy for me and issued her old warning about being careful not to
have too many sexual partners because of aids and to use condoms. She had
this way of embarrassing me over something I had not yet done and I told
her that we had not got to the stage of penetration yet. That was aimed
more at embarrassing her in the hope that it would silence her. I should
have known better. She just went on to say that it would happen and I had
better use a condom when it did or she would thump me. At that she produced
a packet of condoms and told me that she would buy one a month whether I
needed them or not. But that if I needed more than that I would have to
find the money for them myself. I just changed the subject and said that I
would do the washing up after tea as mom had done all the work to prepare
it. Mom was very grateful and thanked me for it especially as she had a TV
program she wanted to watch.

Once I had finished the dishes, I went through to the lounge and sat down
on the couch next to my mother and asked her what she was watching. She
said it was a program on the Royal Family and I silently groaned to
myself. Mom is a bit of a royalist and loves to watch everything she can
about them. I'm just too young still to have any real interest in such
things and so I asked if she minded if I went off to my room and worked on
some homework I was a bit behind on. When mom said it was ok, I went off
and pulled out the book I needed to get read by the next
morning. Fortunately I only had a few pages to read as I found I was really
sleepy. I finished the book in about a quarter of an hour, and stripped off
and climbed into bed. Then I remembered that I had not said goodnight to
mom and so got out of bed and padded through to her.

"Good night mom." I said as I walked up to the couch where she was sitting,
and bent down to give her a good night kiss.

"Good night Mick. I see you've practised shaving again. Can't wait until
the hair sprouts on your face?" she teased.

"Augh mom!" I complained half-heartedly. I didn't really mind her teasing,
but sometimes it was a bit embarrassing. I went off back to bed and was
asleep without even realising that I was trying to get to sleep.

Then next week at school and staying with Brandon was fairly tame. Brandon
and I, of course, had opportunities most nights to help each other out, but
we never got the opportunity for the three of us to get together at all and
the best I could do with Kevin was a little during the dinner hour at
school. So it was that by the end of the week, I was really looking forward
to seeing my Witham friends. They had obviously been looking forward to
seeing me as well because it was shortly after dinner that the phone went
with Mark calling to invite me to a picnic on Saturday.  I called to mom
and asked, "Do you have any plans for us for tomorrow?"

"No. Why?"

"Michael and Mark have asked if I could spend the whole day with them. I
think they are going on a picnic or something and want me to join them."

"Are their parents happy with you joining them for the day?"

"I don't think it is a family picnic. I think it will be just us guys with
a couple more friends. So I guess their parents don't really mind."

"Well then. Where are you going for this picnic?"

"I'm not really sure. They said something about a special spot along the
river walk."

"Oh ok. But make sure you are home by 6.00 for tea."

"Thanks mom." I went off to my room, thinking about what might happen the
next day and my shorts began to move out at the front as usual when I had
such kind of thoughts. I closed the door to my room, took my clothes and
off and lay down on the bed with my hard on and another book which I needed
to read before the end of the weekend. I did not get far into it before
dropping off to sleep.

The next thing I knew was mom was gently shaking me awake and telling me to
get under the covers. At least with having gone to sleep I was not also
displaying an erection for my mother. She waited while I got into bed and
then bent down and gave me a kiss on my forehead and whispered, "Goodnight,
hairless one." I blushed as I remembered that she had now seen me plucked.
I think she got some real pleasure out of embarrassing me. She certainly
seemed to enjoy doing so.

"Aw Mo-o-m-m-m!" I moaned in my embarrassment.

"Sleep tight." She said and turned to leave the room switching off the main
light on the way.

"You too. Good night." I mumbled in my half sleep; and went off pretty
quickly into dreamland. The book could wait.

I woke up the next morning, bright, fresh and hard as usual. I went off to
the shower and had a good wash, but made myself resist relieving my arousal
as I wanted to have as much as I could in store for the day ahead. I
dressed in my usual; a baggy pair of shorts, T-shirt and trainers.

Mom was not up yet and so I sorted myself out with a bowl of muesli for
breakfast; washed it up, grabbed my skateboard and headed out to the
rendezvous.

When I got there the place was empty and so I just started practicing my
different moves and tricks to keep myself occupied. I had only been there
for about half an hour when Michael arrived.

"Hey Mick," he greeted me.

"Hi Michael," I replied and then noticing that Mark was not with him,
"Where's Mark?"

"He's been grounded for the day. He got cheeky with mom and dad kind of
lost it. To stop himself from giving Mark a good hiding, he just grounded
him and gave him a whole heap of jobs to do around the house. Only when the
jobs are finished to dad's satisfaction will he get off the grounding. And
believe me that is going to take all day."

"That sucks. He must really have said something bad."

"Yep he did. But I'm not going to tell you what he said in case it gets
back and I end up in trouble too."

"So what are the plans for the day then?" I asked

"Pretty much whatever we agree on. Bob will join us in about an hour. He
has some stuff he has to do at home first and will then come down here."

"So are we still on for the whole day?"

"Yeah. We just can't go to our house as that would not be fair on Mark, as
his grounding includes having friends around. We could make a start with
you teaching me a new trick or move on the board."

"Ok. You got anything in particular in mind?"

"I would really like that one where you flip the board up and then sit on
the edge of the half pipe and catch the board, but I think I may be a tad
not ready for that yet."

"How about we work at getting you ready then?"

"Cool, what do we need to do for that?"

"While we have the place to ourselves, let's work on moving in the half
pipe at speed. You need to be moving fast to do that trick and I think you
might be a little afraid of moving that fast in the half pipe and that is
why you are not yet ready to do the trick. Just follow me now and try to
keep up with my speed as well."

We set off doing a series of loops back and forth along the half pipe. I
took off at the speed I thought Michael would be able to cope with and when
I saw that he was managing to keep up with me with little trouble, I began
to gradually speed up; but I did so slowly, Michael did not even realise
it. By the time we ready to stop for a rest, Michael was almost going fast
enough to do the trick. I swung off and made a fast exit to where we could
sit down in some comfort and Michael tried to follow me, but came short and
landed quite hard on his knees. Fortunately he was wearing his knee guards,
but it still hurt enough to make his eyes smart. I left my board where I
had come to a stop and ran over to see if I could help Michael, but by the
time I got there, he was already getting back on to his feet; rubbing his
hands where they had hit the concrete to break his fall.

"You ok?" I asked.

"I'll live. Thank fuck I had the guards on or else I would have a shattered
knee cap or two. I really came down hard there."

"That's because you going too fast to turn as sharply as you did without
first counter checking your balance."

"What do you mean by that?"

"The sharper you turn at higher speeds, puts more force onto your body,
trying to pull you further around. So you need to anticipate that and just
before you turn, you lean your body into the turn. That way you begin
turning before you actually shift your weight on the board. But then as you
begin the turn, you counter check and move your body out of the turn to
hold your centre of gravity over the board."

"Whoa, shit, you've lost me there. I don't understand what you are talking
about at all. Good job I don't do physics at school."

"Did you not realise how fast you were going?"

"Not really. I must've been going quite fast though to come down that
hard."

"It's the fastest I've ever seen you moving on a board."

"No shit? How did you manage that?"

I just increased my speed slowly and you followed right along. Now you know
that you can do that speed, you need to work at making turns and jumps
whilst going at that speed."

When we sat down for the rest, Michael sat in front of me so that we were
facing each other. He did it in such a way as to almost make it look like
he had done it very purposefully, but without wanting to draw attention to
it. In fact, this assumption turned out to be the truth, because we had
only been sitting for a few moments when he asked me to move my legs a
little so that he could see up my shorts to my unclad balls.

"I just love the look of your cock and balls, all smooth and free. It turns
me on and I want to have as much opportunity to look as I can get." He
explained.

I didn't mind and moved so that he could look to his hearts content, but of
course, with the subject under discussion being my jewels, they had to
shine and I was soon sporting an erection. This if course added to my need
as I still had not relieved my sexual tension for the day.

Michael then moved his position a bit to get more comfortable and I got a
good view up the leg of his shorts to see, to my joy, that he was
free-balling today as well. Also his cock was semi hard, and the tip was
just showing through the end of his foreskin.

"Thank you." I said and grinned at Michael.

"My pleasure," He responded, "do you like what you see?"

"But of course. However, in my opinion it would look better with less hair
to hide the beauty of it."

"Maybe, one day soon, you will get the pleasure of seeing it naked then."

"Or removing his camouflage myself?" I asked with a bit of hope.

"Could be. Got the tweezers?"

"Yep. Got myself a pair to keep my hair at bay myself."

"I will always be willing to help you so that you don't have to struggle
yourself."

"What's he struggling with?" Bob asked. He had arrived without us noticing
and gave both of us a bit of a start when he spoke. "Hi ya guys." And he
sat down next to Michael, leaning across and giving him a little pat
between the legs. He then turned and looked at Michael as he slipped his
hand up the shorts leg. "you going sans undies today?" he asked rather
surprised.

"Yeah. I knew Mick would be hanging loose and thought I would join him for
once. It's really quite nice."

Bob was wearing his Lycra shorts again and from the smoothness of the
material over his beautiful butt, I was fairly sure he also had nothing
else on under his shorts. "So Mick, what are you having difficulty with
that Michael is willing to help out."

Before I could get an answer in, Michael said, "Mick has had all his pubes
plucked and has got a pair tweezers so that he can keep it that way and I
was merely offering to do some of the plucking for him. Plucked feels so
much smoother than shaved. I like it."

"But you're not shaved or plucked, how do you know one is smoother than
other?" Bob asked.

"I have had the great joy and pleasure of feeling Mick" He replied.

It was clear that Michael had filled Bob in on most of our activities the
last Sunday and I could see that he was just itching to get a feel in
himself.

"You can have a go if you want." I invited and spread my legs a bit further
apart.

Bob needed no further encouragement and leant forward slipping his hand up
my shorts and folding his fingers around first my ball bag and then sliding
his hand along my cock. My horniness increased a bit more and I was hard in
seconds. After about half a minute, he withdrew his hand and said he didn't
want to risk it any further whilst we still out in the open. Michael had
also gained some pleasure from watching and his cock was now peaking out
the end of his shorts as it lifted the hem away from his leg.

"By the way, where's Mark?" Bob asked; and when Michael explained again,
Bob said that was too bad, but that we could all go to his house as his
folks were going to be out all day. And as his brother didn't stay at home
anymore, they would have the house to themselves. We didn't need any more
encouragement and so left the park to walk to Bob's house; which didn't
turn out to be that far away and with a pair of binoculars you would be
able to see the skate park from his upstairs bedroom window. How did I know
this? It was simple, Bob had a pair on his window sill and I had picked
them up and trained them on the empty park. "Do you ever get any good
sights with these?" I asked Bob.

"Yeah. I have watched some pretty neat manoeuvres by other guys, and
sometimes you get see a decent bit of bulge or a cute bubble butt wrapped
in tight clothing."

Michael added, "I was watching one time when I saw a guy catch a good
fondle of a girls boob and then try for her crotch and get slapped in the
face for it."

"Well at least I didn't slap you in the face when you made a grab." I added
with a smile.

Speaking of which," Bob said, "Would you mind if I had another feel of that
smooth skin Michael's being going on about?"

"Hang on a bit, before you guys start, I think I should get off home and
see if I can help old Mark out and cheer him up a bit. Do you mind if I
push off then?"

"It would be nice for you to be here and help us out, but I can see what
you mean and I think you would be happier just this time showing Mark you
care. I'm sure we will get more opportunities together soon." Bob gave
Michael permission to go.

"Yeah sure. We can't be selfish in this." I added even though I was
actually a bit nervous of being alone with Bob as I really did not know him
that well. We really had only been together for a few hours up to this
point.

We went back downstairs and saw Michael off and then Bob led the way back
upstairs to his room. "We could stay downstairs, of course, but you never
know. Someone might just come home unexpectedly. At least in my room we
have time to get some clothes on before we have to show ourselves if the
unexpected happens." He explained. I did not say anything. In my
nervousness I had lost words it seemed. Bob picked up on this, and realised
straight away that I was nervous. "Look, I'm not going to lie. I want to
enjoy some sexual contact with you. And I guess I probably have a bit more
experience and also know you a little better than you do me because I have
been able to talk with Mark and Michael about you. But I would like us to
be friends more than just meeting each other's sexual needs and so I don't
want to do anything with you that you are not comfortable with and if that
means we keep our clothes on and just chat today without even touching then
that's what we will do. I think we should agree right here and now, that if
either of us doesn't want to do what the other asks for we must feel free
to say so; and the other must be willing to accept that. If we can't do
that then we will never be good friends. Ok?"

"Ok. That sounds good. Can we just let things develop as we go along and
see what the day will bring? I mean, I had thought that there would be the
four of us and that we might do something in a group kind of way. Now there
is just the two of us and I guess I am just a bit unsure as I have never
been in this sort of situation before, except when I was being abused by
one of my mom's boyfriends. Do you mind?" I was almost in tears and my
confidence was at real low -- something I had not usually had a problem
with.

"Damn right that's ok. Of course I don't mind. I tell you what lets just
spend some time asking questions of each other and learn about each other
and if there is a question we don't want to answer we are to say so and not
answer it. And I insist on that point."

"Thanks Bob. I really do appreciate that. So what do you want to know?" I
asked with a smile on my face.

Bob grinned back, and then chuckled. "You sure know how to change things
around. Do you want to talk about your mom's boyfriend and what he did to
you? It might help to talk about with someone."

"It was more than one and I don't think I'm ready to share that with you
yet. Tell me about yourself, when and how did you find out you were gay or
bi or whatever you are?"

"First, I'm definitely gay. I have no desire to have anything intimate to
do with a girl at all. When did I know? That is quite hard to say. I know
that when I started to wank when I was about eleven I did not have any real
fantasies involving either sex. I just rubbed my cock and enjoyed the
feeling. Then when I discovered an orgasm, even though it was dry, I
wondered if other boys did the same thing. I really was rather naïve at
that time and so did not realise that it was something you didn't really
talk about and so I asked my brother about it. He told me it was called
wanking and that all boys did it and when I got older I would shoot cum. So
like a Klux I asked him what that was and he offered to show me. I accepted
and had the chance to watch my brother masturbate himself and shoot his cum
out onto his stomach. I was awestruck and couldn't get the picture out of
mind. I must have walked around with a hard on most of the time for days
after that. And every time I wanked I pictured what I had watched. So I
guess I was gay then, but I had not realised it. In fact, I did not really
understand what being gay was and meant at that stage." Bob continued for
quite awhile and explained that his brother had come back to him about a
week later and asked him if he wanted to watch again, and when he said that
he did, his brother had said ok, but then he would have to let his brother
watch while he wanked himself as well. "And one thing led to another. We
began jerking each other, I began to shoot and soon enough we were giving
and receiving blow jobs. What about you? When did you know that you were
whatever you are?"

"It also kind of crept up on me. I had been abused by a couple of mom's
boyfriends, and I will tell you about that some day, just not yet. I've
never really even told Brandon yet. Anyway it meant I knew about wanking
and stuff before my dick ever had any real sensations in that way. But when
I found myself wanking myself quite naturally, I knew that I liked it, more
than when it had been forced on me. And then when I started to shoot and
discovered that I could do things with my bum which didn't repulse me, I
realised that my fantasies involved boys not girls. I mean I had heard all
the talk and such like and knew that we were supposed to be turned on by
the sight and thought of doing things with girls, but I wasn't at all. And
then I met Brandon and we started off real slow, but now have agreed that
when the three of us get the chance to we will do some cherry picking."

"What three of you and who is Brandon?" Bob got in with the next question
before I had the chance to ask him something.

I explained to Bob about Brandon and how Kevin got in on the scene and how
we had agreed to take and give each other our virginity.

"Shit you been abused and raped in your short life. No wonder you were
nervous to be alone with me. I want you to know that I will never force you
to do anything unless you want me to."

"What do you mean unless I want you to?"

"I'm a little into this slave and master thing and if we get together and
if you want then I would be willing to be a bit masterful. But if we do get
together and you don't want it then it won't happen. That's what I mean."

"Ok. We might have more in common than we think. How do you think I ended
up getting plucked? I was tied to the bed and Kevin and Brandon did what
they wanted. Fortunately it was what I wanted as well."

"Do you want something to drink? We got some cokes or such like in the
fridge."

"Yeah, ah, a coke would be nice, please."

"Hang on a bit and I will go and get us some."

Bob got up and went off down stairs to the kitchen to get the drinks. I
found that I was relaxing with him and felt that I could trust him. Also
Mark and Michael seemed to really like him and wanted good things for
him. We had been sitting on Bob's bed while we talked and I took the
opportunity to lie back against the pillows and kicking my shoes off, I
lifted one leg and put my foot on the bed. I kept the leg bent to ensure
there was enough room for Bob to sit down again. Because I was so used to
it, I never gave it a thought, but leaning back there with one leg bent
left my shorts gaping and my pride and joy on full view. Something Bob
noticed when he came back in with the drinks. However, he did not let on
and just sat down on the bed again, but as close to me as he dared without
seeming threatening.

I took a sip of my drink and then asked Bob to explain a bit more about the
club and the initiation weekend the other two had talked about.

"It's not really a club. It's more a group of us who are gay who want to
have a good time and who like to help younger gay guys through their time
at school, just as we were helped at their age. It's been going on for some
years now, and my older brother got into it when one of the founders made
him into a ward. Then as he grew up, he got his own ward and the idea of
having some sort of initiation evolved. Then my grandfather said we could
use his cottage occasionally, so long as we didn't get up to mischief or do
any damage and all that.  Of course he doesn't know about what goes on up
there, but we always leave the place clean and tidy and are careful not to
do things which will leave permanent marks or anything like that. Also it
is too far away from anybody else for us to make a nuisance with loud music
and partying. Anyway we go up there and have a lot of sexual interaction
and make the prospective members and promotion boys do a lot of things we
aren't able to indulge in most of the time back home."

"What sort of things?" I asked and shifted a bit so that I could look past
my knee more easily at his face. It was then I noticed his eyes were often
looking down at my crotch. This didn't faze me and so I didn't pass any
comment on it.

"I can't tell you all that goes on because it is a secret and we all
promise an oath of secrecy about it. But some of it might hurt a little;
more is just a bit humiliating. Also a lot depends on who is there and how
different ones react. We do very little advance planning and simply make
decisions as things progress. But I can assure you that no one will ever be
physically scarred; and we are very careful not take a lad over his
limit. We want everybody to have good time. That's why we are careful in
our selection of new wards and members."

While he was telling me this, Michael leant forward so that he was leaning
over me a bit and was supporting his body on his right arm; the hand of
which was flat on the bed in line with my hips. I took my arms, which had
been held over my head with my hands propping my head up a little, and put
them by my side. After a short while I shifted again let my hand fall so
that it was partially over Bob's hand. As we continued to chat, I began to
rub my fingers over the top of his hand to show him that I was not so
nervous anymore. A few moments of my rubbing saw Bob bring his freehand up
and began to softly stroke my leg just above the knee. When I didn't raise
any protest, his strokes began to gradually get longer and inch toward my
crotch. Of course I was acutely aware of what he was doing and got an
erection to show that I was enjoying it.

"What do you like best? Having someone pleasure you, or pleasuring someone
else?" Bob asked.

"I don't know, really, it kind of depends on my mood, and, I guess, who the
someone else is." I answered. "I mean with Brandon, I really like making
him happy and feel good; and I don't mind giving him a blow and then not
getting anything myself, even though I would be really horny after blowing
him. But with Kevin, I want to give and get as well. What about you?"

"I'm like you. I really like having someone else make me cum, but there are
some people that I really like to give pleasure to and this can make me
come without touching Boblet at all."

I giggled, "Boblet; I like that. Boblet and Micklet." And I chuckled away.
The names had really appealed to my sense of humour.

Bob must have seen some humour in it also and started to chuckle as
well. He also let his hand slide all the way to my ball bag and he began to
run a finger lightly over it; then two and soon he was feeling my balls in
the way only another guy can.

"Bob? Will you let me see you naked please?"

"Yeah sure. Do you want me to strip or do you want to help me to?"

"I want to do it myself, and then I want you to take my clothes off."

"Ok. Just tell me how you want me to stand or sit or whatever and I'll do
it."

"You're so much taller than me, would you kneel on the floor first so I can
take your shirt off?" Bob kneeled down and I still had to stand on his bed
to get the shirt over his upraised arms. Flinging it to the side, I asked,
"Now stand up please." When he did, I went around and knelt in front of
him, and starting with a hand on each knee, I slowly slid my hands up his
legs, making sure one hand ran over his cock on its way to the waist band
of his cycling shorts. Taking a grip at his hips I slowly pulled the shorts
down, turning them inside out as they peeled off his body.  A light trail
of hair led downwards from just above his inni to disappear behind his
shorts. I stared; almost mesmerized as first the tip of his erect cock,
which had been held upright by the tightness of the shorts, came into
view. Then just below the tip, the line of the end of his foreskin which
still covered the majority of dick head, even when erect. The two
contrasted sharply for his skin was pale and the tip of his glans which
could be seen was a dark purple. The lower I pulled the shorts, in the slow
motion I had somehow managed to control myself to, the wider the patch of
pubic bush became, until it began to taper off again as the creases where
his legs met his torso came into view. I was amazed at how much detail I
was taking in, and made a mental note to take things slower in the future
as well. I observed the veins running in his cock and noticed that there
was more than just that thick main one which stands out proud in an erect
cock. I saw that the hairs on his penis reached all the way to where his
foreskin stretched to get over the ridge of his cock head; and how they got
longer and denser towards the base of his cock. I noticed that his ball bag
had hairs as well, but not as thick as the skin surrounding the bag. And he
had veins running around on the surface of his scrotum as well. And there
it was in its full unveiled completeness. The biggest hard-on I had seen in
real life. It was long, over six inches, and thick. His balls were huge and
hung low in a sack that swung at least four inches free between his legs;
the bag tapering out like a huge pear with those two nuts hanging one just
lower than the other in the bottom of the bag.

My hands sped up then as I now wanted desperately to get his shorts off and
get my hands on those balls and his prick. I pulled his shorts down all the
way to his ankles and had him lift a leg at a time to get them over his
bare feet. And this was accomplished without taking my eyes off his
jewels. I then used my hands to trace a line up the inside of each of his
legs till my fingers met together just under his balls. They were so big
that I couldn't hold both of them in one hand and had to use two hands to
gently fondle them. Well that was my excuse anyway. His cock was big also
and stuck out from his body at just a slight angle above the horizontal. I
reckon its size made it weigh too much for it to stand any higher without
assistance. But then I also wanted to see that butt which had been so
inviting when wrapped in those tight skin forming cycle shorts. I kept my
fondling of his cock and balls going as on my knees I side stepped till I
had moved around to his side and then as far behind as I could get without
losing my reach to his cock. What a shock! That beautiful bubble butt was
covered in dark hair. I like smooth and this was, I admit a bit of a
disappointment. I wondered if we got together, whether I would be able to
come to like it. With that, I retraced my side steps till I was in front of
Bob again and able to concentrate more on his pride and joy. This, too, was
covered and surrounded by more hair than I really like, but I was willing
to accept it and so leant forward and gave the end of his cock a little
peck of a kiss.

"There's too much hair, isn't there?" Bob said.

I was a bit stuck for what to say because I didn't want to hurt him, but I
didn't want to lie to him either, so after what was really too long a
pause, I stammered out, "Well, I guess I ... I don't ... I don't mind it
too much."

"Well I hate it." Bob replied, "And if it wasn't so damn uncomfortable when
it is growing back I would keep it shaved off. Also it is difficult to
shave my bum and I usually end up nicking it with the razor and then it
really hurts and is very uncomfortable."

"Have you tried that cream that women use in their legs?"

"No. I'm a bit scared to because it warns of using it in sensitive places
and I'm very sensitive about my place."

"What about the other things that women use. They get some close to their
sensitive areas. Otherwise they would have hair sticking out all over the
place when they are in a bikini."

"You mean like waxing? You got to be kidding? You know how sore that must
be? I'm not brave enough."

I giggled again because Bob spoke with such emphasis and as he did so his
cock bounced around in the air as if he was using it to add gesture to what
he was saying.

"Anyway, young man; now it's time to take your clothes off." Bob
insisted. He bent down over me and pulled my shirt up over my head and I
raised my arms to point to the ceiling so that he could pull it all the way
off. Then he asked me to stand and like I had done earlier, he knelt in
front of me to take my shorts down. My rigid cock was pushing the front of
them out, but Bob didn't worry about that. Taking the hem of each leg he
pulled downwards forcing my shorts to slide down my body. This, of course,
pulled my cock down as the elastic at the top of the shorts was dragged
over it and when my cock finally got free, it snapped back and hit my
stomach with quite a smack. Bob didn't say a word, he just lent forward as
his hands got down to my ankles with the shorts and as he tapped on a leg
for me to lift it to remove the shorts, his tongue slide over my scrotum. I
shuddered. I mean I was really horny. I had not had an orgasm since the
previous evening, and I had been stimulated constantly from the time I got
up with my morning woody to now. I think my cock had spent more time erect,
than it had limp in those hours since I had woken. Once my shorts were off
both legs and now like Bob I was completely naked, he slid his hands up the
back of my legs and covering each arse cheek with a palm he pulled me
closer to his face as he used his tongue to lick all around
Micklet. Finally he took my prick into his mouth and began to do his name
up and down on it. It did not take long and I was blowing load after load
down his throat. Bob finished by licking my cock clean as a whistle and
then said, "It is so much nicer to do that to a plucked cock. It's so
smooth. Thank you." Then he began to look at my body in earnest; examining
me closely and asking me to turn slowly in a circle so that he could see
every part of me. "Has anyone ever told you that you are beautiful?"

I blushed and said that only my mother thought that. "Anyway, I thought
that us guys were supposed to be handsome, not beautiful."

"Oh you are handsome, without a doubt, I knew that the first time I saw
you; but you're more than that. You really are beautiful. Every line of
your body is just perfect. No wonder the girls went crazy over you. I'm
crazy over you." Bob then lifted his body up off his knees and brought his
head level with mine and leant forward to give me a quick and gentle kiss
on the lips. "Wait here." He stood up and walked naked from the room
without saying anything more. And I did just that, I waited right where I
had been standing, as the words that he had said started to sink in. I had
never been complemented like that before and I was not too sure quite how
to take it.

As these thought were rushing around in my head he walked back in and he
had a pair of tweezers in his hand. "Would you help me with getting rid of
my hair?" The look on his face and pleading tone of his voice were
irresistible and so I agreed.

"You do realise that this will take a long time and there will be pain?" I
asked

"I don't think we will get it done today; but if you can do those places I
can't see too well and hopefully then each day I can do a bit of the areas
I can reach alright."

"Ok, but first I want to feel you some more and make you come. Then I will
begin inflicting the pain. So lie down on the bed please."

Bob lay down and I began to use both hands to explore his body. Lightly
touching as I brush up and down his torso, tweaking his nipples and giving
his inni bellybutton a tap as I passed overhead. Finally I came to rest
over his balls and began to gently massage them and his cock; letting one
hand pull back that foreskin to reveal for the first time to my eyes the
fullness of his head and then covering it up, while the other hand gently
squeezed and caressed his balls and slowly worked all the area around there
until a finger found his butt hole. I knew I had found it, because his
whole body jerked when I touched it.

He was leaking so much pre-cum I had no need for lotion or spit. My fingers
were slipping and sliding around on his cock and when I used my thumb to
gently rub in a circular motion just under his cock head, Bob groaned in
approval.

"I was so hoping we would get this far, that I haven't had a wank since
Friday evening." He told me.

"Wow that is even longer than I had gone for today." I responded whilst
continuing to explore his butt and manipulate his cock at the same
time. Bob had drawn his legs up and now was lifting his bum off the bed. I
took the hand which was not holding his cock and grabbed his pillow to
shove under his bum, which gave me better access. On the way back to his
bum, my hand made a detour and got covered in my saliva so that I could get
a finger up his chute. It was a good job that I did as no sooner had I
found his love button inside the bum than his balls tightened, his body
tensed and he began to have a powerful orgasm. His sphincter muscle gripped
my finger up his bum so hard I thought it was going to part company with my
hand and his first blast of semen shot over his face to land in his
hair. His cock turned into a veritable fountain and he shot out spurt after
spurt of cum. Without giving him a chance to come down off of his high, I
grabbed the tweezers and began to pluck.  This was going to be a long job
as Bob had a lot more hair around his pubic region than I had and my bush
clearing had taken a good hour at least.

"I think that you are going to have to have a few sessions at this before
we complete the task because this is not a quick job and the amount of pain
that will come with it will probably be more than any one sitting could
manage."

"Yeah. But if you can get the balls and under the bag done, then I can work
on the top stuff during the week. And as for my bum, I would appreciate it
if you could do a shave on it for now. Maybe later we could pluck it."

"But I thought you found it too uncomfortable when it grows back to shave?"
I questioned.

"That's really around the cock and balls where you get the different loose
parts rubbing against the main body. The bum isn't so bad and I want it to
look nice for you."

"You don't have to do anything for me you know. But if you want it shaved
for you, I will happily do so; When I have got tired of plucking, or you
have reached your limit of letting me pluck." This last bit of conversation
had gone on while I had continued to pull hairs out of his ball bag with
regular monotony. I knew that some of them had really hurt on the way out
as Bob had flinched involuntarily several times. Of course, while I was
doing this plucking my hands were pulling and moving his bag into different
positions so that I could gain access to each individual hair. By `chance'
my hand also managed to slide up and down his pole occasionally and so even
though he had just come, Bob never lost his erection. Mind you, my own cock
did a grand job of staying to attention as well, but that was because I was
thoroughly enjoying myself.

I had been plucking away for over an hour when Bob said he had had enough
and called a halt. He asked me to go with him to the shower and help him
shave his but while we both took a shower together. I agreed and stood up
from where I had been kneeling beside the bed. I had been in that position
for so long that my knees had kind of seized up and I must have groaned or
something for Bob quickly jumped up asking what was wrong and what he could
do.

"It's nothing; just my knees are tight from kneeling. You know how it gets
when you don't flex a joint for some time."

"Thank goodness. I thought something drastic had happened and I would have
to explain what we had been doing and all that crap."

"No. Look they're ok now." I flexed my knees and walked around a bit to
show that I was back I the land of the walking. "Now lead the way to the
bathroom please." I flourished my hand to show that I expected him to pass
by me heading for the door. As Bob drew level with me, he took my cock in
his hand and began to lead me towards the bathroom by pulling me along with
my cock. This was so exciting that I nearly came in his hand. The shower
was great. It was one of those types which use the bath to catch the water
and the setup they had, had glass screens which closed over the entire
length of the bath. Then the shower rose itself was positioned half way
along the length of the bath and so you could stand anywhere in the bath
and angle the shower onto you. So although a bit on the narrow side, the
two of us could easily fit in together and we could do what we wanted with
the spray either over one or both of us or on neither of us.

Bob passed me some shampoo and a razor and asked me to do the shaving first
and then we would wash each other.

"How much do you want shaved?" I asked as the dark hair rose above his
buttocks to a couple of inches up his back and stretched around his hips
almost to meet with the hair at the front and there wasn't a definite line
where his legs joined his torso.

"Take it all off. As much as it pleases you. That is what I want."

"Ok, but I want to know how much would please you."

"I would be extremely happy to have no hair but that which is on my head."

"Don't you think your folks would think it strange if suddenly you appeared
with shaved legs and arms?"

"Well they know I'm gay and behave differently form others, so they would
probably think it is just a phase I'm going through and not even ask a
question."

I told Bob to get his arse wet while I got the shampoo ready and when he
stepped back toward me, out of the spray he bent over to stretch his bum
and give me a better angle to shave from. I had poured out some neat
shampoo onto my hand and now rubbed the two hands together to spread the
shampoo onto both and then began to rub all over his arse and hips
massaging the shampoo into lather, leaving his arse covered in foam. I
picked up the razor and began to shave carefully. I had no intention of
causing any nicks to make Bob uncomfortable. I found that I was really
enjoying shaving him and was remaining aroused doing so. When I had cleaned
each cheek of hair, I very carefully ran the razor up and down the crack to
render that part bald and beautiful as well; shaving to where I had reached
with plucking. Then I moved on to the sides and cleaned his hips of that
ugly black hair; gradually working down his thighs and the upper portion of
his legs. Moving around until I had also shaved the inside of his legs from
the knee up.

"You'd better do the front as well to match," Bob said as he turned around
showing that his cock was also as hard as ever.

I didn't argue and set to work with some more shampoo and the razor. Soon
enough the only hair that Bob had between his belly and his knee was a
small diamond shaped patch over his cock. I wanted to shave that as well,
but knew that Bob wanted to pluck it and so did not even suggest it.

Bob then pulled me up from the squatting position I had been and gave me a
gentle kiss and whispered, "Thank you." He then got the shower gel and a
face cloth and began to wash my whole body, cleaning my crack and pushing
back my foreskin to make sure every crease and crevice was properly
cleaned. After I had been rinsed off in the spray, Bob turned the spray
away from both of us again and took my cock into his mouth for the second
time and sucked me to another great orgasm. Bob really knew how to suck a
cock.

I then repeated Bob's style and washed him thoroughly, enjoying the smooth
feel of his bum as I ran a soapy hand over it and pushed a soap lubed
finger into his hole. I got the front of Bob rinsed of soap and then
keeping his butt lathered I opened my mouth and for the first time pulled
his cock into it by tugging his whole body towards me with my hands on his
arse cheeks. As I let my mouth minister to his cock's needs, my hands
roamed his cheeks and eventually a finger found its mark and entered his
hole. It was not much longer until his fountain of youth began pouring
forth again, but this time it was into my mouth and I was getting the taste
of a third person's semen. Three people and three different tastes;
similar, but each not quite the same and all nice. I realised I really
liked the taste of cum.

As we were drying after the shower, Bob said that he would really like me
to spend the night with him. I explained that I did not feel I could do
that in Witham yet as I got only three nights a week at home with my mother
and I felt that I should spend them with her especially as I spent so much
day time away. Bob said that he understood, but that it was going to be a
really long wait till the next weekend, and he hoped he would get the
chance to see me again then. I assured Bob that I would do what I could to
see him as well as Michael and Mark each weekend until I moved full time to
Witham, and I was glad that I had found some new friends so quickly,
especially friends who understood what I was like.



That is chapter 15 complete and it has taken this long to introduce the
initial idea this story was started with -- the `club'.  I hope you enjoy
where this heading. Please let me know at the above address.

Rick.