Date: Sat, 15 Oct 2005 08:53:22 +0100
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Subject: Emailing: THE VALLEY COTTAGE - 6

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THE VALLEY COTTAGE

(from the previous bit)

Martin then asked Tom if he wanted to try sucking his cock as well as he
was still hard. But Tom declined saying that he was too tired.  "I'll do
it" I offered. And moved over towards Martin. I took his cock in my hand
first and started to lick it like I would an ice-cream cone. He was
definitely leaking precum again and so I let my tongue dwell a bit longer
on his slit eye. Then I got down to business, taking his cock into my mouth
and sticking my finger up his bum. I proceeded to finger fuck him while he
fucked my mouth. Fortunately with the heightened feelings the evenings
activities had created, he came fairly quickly and only produced a little
cum having shot a big load not long before, so I was able to keep it all in
and swallow the lot. I rolled off of Martin and as I lay down, realised
that I was totally exhausted. It turned out we all were.  "That was
awesome, but I am totally shagged out." Martin said, "I think I am going to
turn in.  "Well we have had hard-ons for the best part of two and a half
hours you know. That must take it out of you a bit." I said.  "2 ½ hours?
No way!" Tom said, "I don't believe it. No wonder were knackered."  We all
agreed to turn in and got into the bed, me in the middle once again and two
smooth bodies either side. We were asleep in seconds.


Chapter 9

The last Day

I woke up to a somewhat strange situation; Tom was sucking on my boner,
while Martin was gently pumping his cock between my legs.  I must admit
that it was a rather pleasant way of waking up, especially as Martin was
also giving my nipples some attention with his hand which was free to reach
over me from behind. When I eventually got my eyes in focus -- in the
mornings they can be open but don't see much at first -- I realised that
Tom's cock was very close to my face and as hard as a broomstick. I moved
my hand towards it and then brought it into my mouth so that we were doing
a 69. Tom must have liked it, as he groaned a bit and gave my cock even
more attention with his tongue than he had been giving it. This is the boy
who just the day before had said we would not get him to taste cum let
alone put his mouth near a dick, and here he was less than 24 hours later,
giving his second blow job.  I guess we all have changed a lot this
weekend.

Martin must have been getting close, because he began to speed his pumping
up and also started to nuzzle and lick the back of my neck -- that was where
his tongue could reach. Nevertheless, it still was erotic and heightened
the feelings I was experiencing elsewhere. Suddenly Martin started to
really go for it and I knew that he would blow his load very soon, so I
tried to clamp my legs together more tightly and increase the pressure in
his dick.  "Yes!" Martin confirmed that I had done something to help and
then with an almighty thrust he shuddered and started to ejaculate a load
between my legs. However his hard thrust had pushed his prick far enough
forward that the first spurt did not actually touch my legs, but rather
squirted out and onto Tom's strategically placed forehead. Not that I was
aware of this at the time, or else I might have cum instantly. It was only
afterwards that Tom told Martin to be more careful in future. But he did do
it with a grin to let Martin know it was only a joke.  Even though Tom had
been sucking my cock for longer, he came first and I got a mouthful to
swallow; but that mouthful brought on my own orgasm and I shot what I had
into Tom's mouth -- an appetiser for breakfast.

How many times had we come this weekend? I don't know because I haven't
tried to count it up; I just know that I am glad that as horny adolescents,
we have the ability to do it more times in day than most others and so were
able to experience a lot of different things in the short space of time we
had. These were the sort of thoughts which swirled through my head as we
lay there getting over our last orgasms. It took about a five minutes and
then we got up to put in a joint effort at getting breakfast ready. Not
that it takes much to open a few tins and boil up some eggs to give us eggs
and sausages in tomato sauce for breakfast.  Not quite the full English
fry-up but better than the continental bread roll and cheese. We cleaned up
the pots for the last time as we had agreed we would not do any cooking for
Sunday lunch as we would be leaving shortly after that to hike home.  Under
other circumstances we would have left all the dirty stuff, but we had been
warned very forcibly by my dad, who was not one to be messed with, to make
sure we left the place as we found it or else there would never be another
time of spending even an afternoon there.

Thankfully it had stopped raining and the sun was shining warmly and so we
decided to spend the last morning swimming. Still being naked from when we
had stripped off the day before, we simply walked out the door and headed
towards the water. Martin was in the lead and discovered that the clayey
soil was very slippery when saturated. He went down landing in his bum
which sunk about an inch into the mud. As he stood up we saw that his arse
had changed colour, having a layer of clay over it and both Tom and I broke
into fits of laughter. Although Martin was not really upset at our reaction
he feigned anger and charged after us. Tom being slightly quicker than me
escaped as Martin wrapped his arms around me and using his clay covered
hand proceeded to paint my cock and balls to match his colour scheme. This
set Tom laughing even harder and so we both chased him. Once we caught him
we carried Tom to where Martin had fallen and rather unceremoniously dumped
him; following him down we held him on his back while we used our hands to
completely cover him in clay. Martin even pulled his foreskin back so that
he could cover his cock tip in clay as well. We only left his face free of
the grey slime. Then we both stood back and laughed, each with his pecker
at full attention and bobbing in time to our laughing. Tom also was
laughing and quickly began throwing handfuls of clay at each of
us. Needless to say, we were all virtually grey before we made it to the
water, where swimming around removed the bulk of the dirt, and we didn't
bother with rest as we knew we would still get dirty before we had
finished. Tom did however make sure he cleaned his knob off as the clay
under his foreskin did feel kind of rough.

About half way through the morning, Martin suggested we leave a lasting
memento of our weekend.  "Like what?" Tom asked.  "It will take some work,
but I reckon we should carry enough clay into that cave behind the cottage,
for us all to lie down in and leave a mould of our bodies. It will dry in
the cave and will be protected from the rain; it should last some time."
Martin explained.  "I think we will have to carry more clay than we are
willing to do our whole bodies, why don't we just do our hands and scratch
our names underneath instead?" I suggested.  "Well, I kind of want to have
my dick in the mould which is why I said our bodies." Martin said.  "O.k."
Tom suggested, "Let's compromise. Let's do a mould of our cocks and balls
and then imprint our hands either side, and write our names in the clay
below. I don't want to have to carry enough clay for a whole body
imprint. Speaking of which, what are we going to use to carry clay?"
"There are some empty shopping bags inside, let's try those." I suggested.
With the plan now agreed we went off and got the bags and started to fill
them.  "Don't put too much in a bag at a time" Martin said, "I think they
might break and then we would be in the shit."  Tom and I could see the
logic and so did not argue this instruction. We each half filled a bag and
set off for the cave where we poured out our clay and went back for another
load. Even after the ferocity of the storm the previous day, the cave was
still dry and the ground quickly absorbed the extra water from our
clay. After we had each carried about ten loads of clay in, we realised
that doing a full body would have taken an awful lot as the 30 loads were
probably only just enough for the three moulds of cock and hands to be
made.

The art work began; Martin levelled out his pile and then lay down over it
making sure his cock was lying in about the centre of the pile. "Please
push down on my bum to make my cock go in the clay," He asked. We gladly
obliged and soon he had four hand imprints in grey clay on his cheeks. We
released him and helped him to get up so that the impression would be
disturbed as little as possible. It was rather awesome. The shape of his
cock could clearly bee seen and there was an outie just above it where the
clay had filled his belly button. Not so prominent, but still visible was
the outline of his balls between the tops of his legs. Martin then
carefully pressed his hands into the clay on either side of the mould, in
line with his cock and wrote his initials and the date below it.  "That is
so cool," I said. "Please help me do mine now." I asked, and began to lie
down over my slab of clay. Once in position, Tom and Martin applied the
pressure to my bum and then Martin slid his hand between my legs and gently
pressed my balls a bit deeper into the clay. When they helped me up, the
impression was even more awesome as it looked like my balls were quite a
bit bigger than Martin's. I did my hand prints and then wrote my initials
and the date and we moved on to help Tom. Again his balls were given the
treatment and again he appeared more endowed than Martin, so we offered to
help him do his over.  "No, it's ok." He responded, "If we do it again some
time, it will look like I have gained more than you guys.  We piled some of
the loose dry sand in the cave against the edges of the clay slabs we had
created and left them like that, hoping they would dry and last alright. I
did tell the other two that I thought they might crack, but we agreed we
would have to hope for the best as there was not anything more we knew we
could do.

This had taken a lot longer than we had anticipated and agreed we needed to
just go and get in the water to get ourselves as clean as possible and then
go and eat our lunch and set off. After we had finished eating we packed
everything up and only then realised we had not kept out clothes to wear as
we hiked home. Again we fell about laughing and decided that as punishment
for being so stupid we would have to hike half way in the nude and only
then could we get dressed. We had already put our shoes on and so we
hoisted our packs and set off on the way home. It felt both strange and
normal to be walking through the bush as naked as a bushman. Just before we
got to the fence of the national park we took a break in the shade of a
tree and agreed that this was as far as we needed to go in the nude as the
packs were chaffing against our flesh somewhat.  "Before we get dressed,
let's have a three way suck," Martin said.  "Yeah! Ok." Tom agreed and I
was not about to disagree.  "How do you think we should do this?" was all I
put in.  "I'm not sure," Martin admitted. "What if we lie on our sides in
like a triangle?" he continued.  "Let's try it." Tom said, "I want to suck
Martin's cock as I did yours this morning." He added.  We lay down and
shuffled around a bit to get the positions right and then each took
another's cock into our mouth for one last time together. I had also sucked
Tom that morning but as we couldn't both suck Martin, I got Tom's cock
again. Sticking my tongue into his foreskin, I discovered there were still
some traces of clay in there and made a mental note to tell Tom afterward
so that he knew to take some extra care cleaning it that night.  Martin
began feeling my hole again and this reminded me to try the same with Tom,
who did the same for Martin. We all must have been in tune with each other
as I felt Martin speed up on my cock just at the right time and so I also
increased my tempo on Tom's and we all exploded virtually at the same
time. It was yet another new experience of the weekend which would give me
a lot of fuel for further wanking fantasies in the days ahead. After
dusting ourselves off, we scratched around in our bags for the first pair
of shorts and `T' shirt we could find and got dressed.  "Guys, I don't
suppose I need to say this, but I would rather keep certain events of this
weekend between just the three of us please. I said.  "Of course." Tom
agreed. "I need some time to think about all this as well."  "Not likely
that I am going to blab, I like my life as it is." Martin also agreed.

Finally we set off for home on the last leg of our weekend's
experience. Arriving home in the later part of the afternoon, we found Tom
and Martin's parents waiting, having a quiet drink with my parents in the
front garden.  "Did you guys have a good time?" Tom's mother asked.
"Yeah," we all replied as we plopped down on to the lawn having shed our
back packs as soon as we had got to the house.  "I want to do it again next
weekend." Tom went on to say.  "Well you know that is out of the question
as we will be going off on holiday on Wednesday morning." Tom's dad said.
"And too much of a good thing makes it boring," my dad added.  My dad
talking of good things reminded me of what he had done, "Dad, thanks for
doing all that with the extra food and cold drinks and mattresses and so
on. It was really cool and me glad you are my dad." I told him.  Dad
actually blushed and said, "Well it was your birthday and all. I thought a
little bit of help would be ok." He smiled.  "Trust you to get your
priorities around." Mom said. "Note the order of thanks: food, drink then
somewhere to sleep. What about the table to work at and the dish washing
stuff with running water?" she teased.  "That's the `and so on'." I chirped
back with a grin.  Everybody was smiling at the gentle banter. We had had a
good weekend and returned to the nest safe and sound -- at least as far as
they thought anyway.  "Yeah, thanks for everything, and letting us do
this." Martin said to all the adults and my parents in particular.  "Thanks
a lot." Tom added.

Tom's parents then stood up and said they needed to get going and so
good-byes were said and they left.  "Martin is going to be home alone on
Wednesday night this week as we need to take his sister to see her college
for next year and we will be staying in a guest house which doesn't have
enough rooms for Marty to be included, so we would like to know if you want
to spend the day and night with him?" Martin's mother asked me.  "Ok. By
me," I said turning to look at my parents for their approval.  "We've
already said yes." Mom informed me. We discussed it before you got back.
With that set up, Martins' parents took him off to his house. And I went
inside to have a jolly good wash and a rest before dinner.

Chapter 10

THE CONCLUSION AT MARTIN'S

When I went to bed on the Sunday we got home, I found that I did not really
need my ritual nightly wank and dropped off to sleep a lot more quickly
than I normally do. Waking up in the morning with the usual morning glory,
reminded me of the just the day before waking up with my cock in Tom's
mouth. My hand moved down to my throbbing member and I sub-consciously gave
it a few strokes. By then I was fully awake and remembered that I was going
to spend a full day and night with Martin the next day and decided to try
and not have an orgasm before then, so I moved my hand away from my cock
and tried to ignore the pleading each throb gave. How I managed to last
until I got to Martin's house on Wednesday. I don't know how, but I
did. Mom dropped me off just as Martin's folks were leaving and they had a
quick chat before saying their good byes to us and us to them, then they
were off and Martin and I were alone in the house for the next 24 hours and
then a few more.

Even though I knew we would be getting down to some things similar to what
we had done at the weekend, I was suddenly a bit nervous and not sure what
to do next, so I kind of stood around in the doorway. It's not like I
didn't know the way to Martin's bedroom as I had been there before -- I knew
the house and yet something made me hesitate.  "Come on. I'll help you with
your things," Martin said as he picked up my overnight bag and led the way
to his room. When we got there, I put down my sleeping bag and pillow and
then just stood there again; as if in a daze.  Martin snapped his fingers
in front of my eyes as if to wake me from a trance and said, "Wake up! I
don't think you've heard a thing I've said."  "Wha ..what?" I stammered
coming out of it a bit.  "I just said that I want to take your clothes off
slowly and then let you strip me. What do you think?"  "Uh? Oh sorry. I
... I ... What did you say?" I wasn't sure I had heard him correctly.
"Hey! What's up Rick? You going shy on me or something?" Martin asked "I'm
sorry; I don't know what's come over me. It's like I'm here but not here."
I answered.  "Geez. You're sure acting weird today. Have you been smoking
pot or something?"  "No you fart arse. You know I don't even smoke
cigarettes. What's all that about?" I had snapped out of the state I was
in.  "Rick, I'm a bit confused here. What's happening with you?"  "I'm also
confused. I don't know. Let's start again."  "Ok. Hi Rick; glad you could
come and keep me company tonight." Martin said, somewhat sarcastically.
"Hi Marty," I countered; using the nickname his mother used on him which he
hated.  "Don't call me Marty." He spat out, "my name's Martin."  "Sorry," I
said. It had been unfair to do that to him and we still had a lot of time
alone together and did not need to be fighting the whole time.  "Ok,"
Martin said, "Just don't do it again or else you know who will be getting
the punishment." Martin could say that with confidence as he was definitely
the biggest and strongest out of the two of us.

"I've changed my mind now. I want you to sit there on the bed and watch me
strip and jerk my self off, and then I want you to just let me take your
clothes off you and do things to you and give you a grand bj. Is that ok?"
Martin asked.  "Yeah; it sounds ok; but why do you want it that way?"  "I
can't really tell you yet, but I want you to have a great time with me and
I think this opening bit might help to achieve that."  There was something
not quite right in all this. Something was missing but I couldn't put my
finger on it. Maybe Martin had said something which I had missed. Or maybe
there was some signal which had eluded me. It all just did not add up.
"Ok. Sit on the bed and just feast your eyes and thoughts on this." Martin
began by doing a little shuffling type of dance in total silence as he
moved over to his cd player and put some soft slow music on, which I cannot
remember ever having heard. He then locked his eyes onto mine and began
this slow pirouette across the floor as he undid the buttons of his shirt
and let it slide down off his shoulders to catch in the crook of his
elbows. He rubbed his shirt across his back as if it was a towel drying his
back before letting the sleeves slide on down his arms and the shirt
dropped to the floor. His movements were so sensual and with his eyes fixed
on mine, I was getting really turned on. Martin was already bare foot and
so after a few more gyrations he began to release his top button and open
his fly. This revealed his bulging hard-on tightly trapped in tight white
briefs. For the first time he broke his eye contact as he turned his back
to me and bending forward, slowly pushed his shorts down over his tight
bum. Where he had learned to do this I don't know, but I do know he was
being very erotic. He stepped out of his shorts as he turned back to face
me and regain the eye contact. Now standing there in just the skimpiest of
white briefs which were struggling to contain his erect manhood, he began
to gyrate in time to the music and rub his hand over his cock and balls and
then push his pelvis out to the front while running his hands up and down
his torso; circling his nipples and tantalizingly slipping the tips of his
fingers under the elasticised waste band of the briefs, before running them
down his thighs to his knees and slowly pulling his hands up the inside of
his legs to slide again over his cock. I had seen some porn, but I had
never seen anything like this, and this was in real life. My cock was
straining inside my boxers and jeans and I used my hand to adjust it to a
more comfortable position.  "No!" Martin almost shouted. "You are not
allowed to do anything. Touch it again and I will have to restrain you."
"Ok. I was just getting it a bit more comfortable." I complained.  "Well,
next time ask and I will sort it out for you." Martin resumed his dancing
and teasing. By now the pre-cum he was producing had made a noticeable
patch on his briefs around his dick head. He then picked up a spray bottle
which I guess contained water and squeezed the trigger a few times aiming
the bottle towards his briefs. He went into a cycle of stroking up and down
his body from his knees to his tits and back again and then spraying a bit
more water on his briefs, gradually getting them wet enough to become
somewhat see-through. He never looked down at his cock but I guess he was
checking out what he was doing in the mirror because once his briefs were
as see-through as they would get, he left the water and went back to just
dancing around and stroking his body.

Martin carried that on for a bit and then sidled up to me and took my hand
and ran it over his raging erection before dropping my hand back to the
bed. My cock now needed more attention as it was leaking pre-cum and was
still also trapped in a fold of my jeans. Unconsciously, I used my hand to
try and move it again.  "No!" Martin roared again. "I told you to ask me to
help. Now I will have to restrain you." Martin left his dancing and
stroking and sat down on my legs. He grabbed the hem of my `T' shirt and
pulled it up till it caught under my arm pits. "Lift your arms." He ordered
and when I obeyed he took my shirt right off. He stood up and ordered me to
move up the bed to the head board which was made of steel tubing painted
silver, and rose about 3 foot above his mattress. He had me sit with my
backside right up against the bars and then he lifted my right arm and tied
it to the highest bars with some rope which `just happened to be
conveniently nearby'. I am sure he had some plans to do something like this
all along. My left arm was then equally secured to the bars and was then
fairly helpless. To make matters worse; Martin shoved his hands down my
pants and pushed my cock till it was facing back down my leg and of course
rather uncomfortable. Taking his hand out he tapped my cock through my
shorts and told me that I was being punished for disobeying him. He grabbed
hold of my head and planted a kiss right on my lips and returned to his
gyrations in front of me. After a few more minutes of the pelvic thrusting
and cock rubbing he shed his undies and twisted and turned in front of me
feeling both his cock and his bum. With a little run he jumped onto the bed
landing with his knees either side of my feet. He then removed my trainers
and short socks and used his cock to tickle the underside of my feet. Next
he held a my foot and pushed his crack over my toes , trying to get my big
toe to go into his hole, but without success. Giving up on that he moved on
up until he was really close to me and able to rub his cock over my
nipples. This made my dripping cock strain even more against my jeans and
so I asked Martin to please move cock to a more comfortable position. He
just sat down on it and forced it to bend even closer to my legs. He rubbed
his arse back and forwards a couple of times and then moved far enough back
that his cock could be placed in my navel. He used his cock to give me a
little belly tapping before he moved off of me and began to wank in
earnest.

His little show had probably lasted about half an hour already and he did
begin off slowly wanking his pole; but the pressure got to great and after
only a further minute or so he was flogging away at his dick as if it was
the last wank he would ever have. When he was getting close to his orgasm
he again moved up the bed and was now wanking himself and rubbing my chest
with the same hand. He used his spare hand to play around with his own
nipples. Suddenly he tensed and leaned back a bit and began to shoot glob
after glob of thick white creamy cum over my naked chest. When he had
finished he brought his still hard cock up to my mouth and ordered me to
lick the last drops off of it. He then proceeded to lick the rest of his
cum off my body. In positioning himself to reach some of the spots he put
his hand over my poor trapped boner and pushed it down between my
legs. Once he was satisfied he cleaned the cum off of me he moved up my
chest licking and kissing all the way till he reached first one and then
the other nipple taking them between his teeth and rolling them around with
his tongue. He then moved up to my neck and sucked a little bit on my
Adam's Apple before moving over my chin to my mouth whereupon he began to
try to force his tongue into my mouth in a snog type kiss. I hadn't
experienced this before but instinct made me open my mouth and let his
tongue in. I didn't know if I was ready for it, but I still was enjoying it
and anyway, I did not have much choice being tied up.  "I've really wanted
to do that, Rick." Martin said breaking off the kiss, "I hope you don't
mind."  "I haven't had time to think about it yet. I don't know." I
responded.  Martin went back to licking my body and kissing various places
like my tits and navel. While he was letting his tongue rove about over my
chest he undid the fly of my jeans and put his hand over the top of my
boner, rubbing it gently while still keeping it in the downward position it
had been forced to take inside the tightness of my jeans. Slowly his mouth
worked down my torso again and eventually came to rest on my cock. I could
feel his lips giving it tiny kisses along its length through my boxers; but
he couldn't get to the head because that part was still trapped under my
jeans, so Martin then changed his position and began to slowly pull them
off of me. All of this attention was supercharging the sensations I was
feeling and I was worried that I would shoot my load the first time he
really gave my cock a wank.

With my Jeans off, he moved my legs apart and knelt between them so that he
could get his tongue right in between my legs and under my ball sac. To
achieve this he pulled the leg of my boxers up so that his tongue could go
skin to skin. This very nearly sent me over the edge and I told Martin I
was not going to be able to hold out much longer.  "Don't you dare cum
yet." He ordered. "I have much more planned for you." And he changed
tactics by suddenly starting to tickle me along my sides. I squirmed and
shouted and giggled and chortled and squirmed some more, but being tied up,
I was helpless. He then used his cock to tickle me in the armpits and this
caused me to get really close, so I warned him again, but begged him to
make me cum as I was kind of desperate by this time. I had managed to not
to wank as I had resolved so to do, and now I was thinking that might have
been a mistake. With my warning, Martin stopped.  "Thank goodness. You've
got some hair growing back there and it kind of prickled my pride and joy a
bit." He laughed. Then he jumped off the bed and pulled it a bit away from
the wall so that he could fit in behind. He produced a comb and some
elastic bands and started to do something with my hair. It was in style to
wear hair a little long and mine was over my ears at the sides and over my
collar at the back and had hardly any wave at all. First he combed it all
back and when it wouldn't stay in place he went out and got a bowl of water
to wet it. Once he got it all lying towards the back he started to fiddle
around a lot and was obviously using his fingers. I figured out he was
plaiting it into a number of strands and using the rubber bands to hold
each plait. Martin worked at this in relative silence, ignoring all my
questions as to what he was doing, and must have been working for about
half an hour. When he decided he had finished, he went and got a little
mirror which he kept in his bedside drawer to show me his
accomplishments. I burst out laughing as I had all these spikes of plaited
hair running together into a cone, making it look like I had a cycle racing
helmet on.

Having had the attention drawn away from my cock it had gone soft, as had
Martin's. But there was a large wet splodge on my boxers where the pre-cum
had soaked into the material. Martin took care of that by pulling my boxers
off and running his tongue over all the patches to lick off as much as he
could get. Just watching him do this set little me to attention and not
having any clothing to restrict him, he stood tall and proud leaning out at
about 40 degrees from my belly, and still leaking a pearl of pre-cum. Still
in silence, Martin moved up between my legs once more and this descended on
my dick with his mouth and tongue and began to give me a blowjob. It seemed
that it only took seconds, but it must have been a bit longer than that
when I felt myself nearing an orgasm and I told Martin to please speed up
so that I could come. This had the opposite effect to what I wanted for
Martin stopped and released my cock from his mouth.  "No, not time yet." He
said and moved away from me to dig about on the shelf of his cupboard.
"Please, Martin, I need to come. I haven't had a wank since we did it last
on the way home on Sunday. I'm begging you. I'll let you do whatever you
want, just make me come now." I pleaded.  Martin found what he was looking
for and went again behind the bed so that I could not see what he was
doing; then he came around and got back onto the bed and showed me he had a
bottle of baby oil again. He dribbled some of this onto my prick and
smoothed it around.  "I'm going to untie your hands now because I want you
to lie flat on the bed. You are not to try and touch any part of your body
though and are to let me do what I want. If you don't obey me, I will tie
both your hands and your feet up, and I will not let you come until
tomorrow. You understand?"  "If I obey, will you make me come quickly?" I
asked in reply.  "It will not be long now for a good boy." He answered.
"OK. I will do it." I agreed.  With that, Martin untied my hands and pulled
me by the legs till I was lying flat on the bed.  "Put your arms out as if
you were on a cross." Martin said.  I complied and he leant over me again
to kiss me, and I voluntarily responded; both because I liked it and
because I hoped it would speed up the relief from my agony. He explored my
mouth with his tongue for a few moments and then let me explore his mouth
with mine. Breaking the kiss, he poured some baby oil onto my chest and
started to massage it, paying a lot of attention to my nipples and then
moved down to my belly and finally he started to jack my cock. I could see
that he had a good hard-on again and was using one hand to jack his own
cock. His other hand moved back up to my nipples and really all over my
front. Then he left my body entirely and seemed to be scratching his arse,
but I guessed he was getting close to cumming again and was massaging oil
into his rosette; and maybe even sticking a finger up his bum. He then
turned around and put a foot either side of my hips and squatted down so
that his bum was over my thighs and he could rub both my cock and his at
the same time with the same hand. With his spare hand he poured yet more
oil onto our cocks till they were literally dripping with oil and as slick
as they could possibly get.

Letting go of his cock he moved his body forward, bringing his knees down
at my sides and changing his grip so that his hand which was holding my
cock, was now behind him. He began to lower his bum down, and suddenly I
realised he was going to sit on my pole. Martin was going to have my cock
fuck him.  I wasn't too sure of this, but I had said he could do what he
wanted, so I really didn't have much choice. I was not one to back out of a
deal. I felt the head of my prick come up against his puckered hole and he
moved it around in a circular motion, spreading the oil about and then he
began to force my cock through his sphincter muscle. He had stretched
himself and this is what I later learned he had been doing behind my head
earlier. Once he got the head of my cock past that tight ring of muscle he
sat still only jerking his own cock gently. After a few moments he moved
down a bit more and stopped again. A few more times and the spike of our
newly growing hair were pricking into each. Then with me in as far as I
could go, he began to madly wank himself off, and very slowly began to rock
back and forth on my cock until his arse had got used to it and he could
pump away on my prick at his speed. Again it seemed such a short time
before I was ready to come again and this time I decided I was going to
just let it happen as I was not going to risk the agony of him stopping
again. I guess though that getting close to an orgasm can't be hidden
because he realised and started to speed up his movements both on my dick
and on his own. Suddenly he shouted at me, "Cum. Please cum." And like a
good friend another two bobs up and down and I obeyed. Pulse after pulse
racked through my body as I emptied three days of adolescent build up into
his arse. As I was blasting away, I felt his bum grip my cock tight and
squeeze it like it was a tube of toothpaste giving up its last dregs, then
release it and squeeze again. He was also cumming and even though he had
ejaculated only a short time previously he still managed to pump out some
weak semen.

Martin didn't lift himself off my cock right away, rather he leant forward
and brought his mouth to mine and again kissed me. "I love you, Rick." He
said, and kissed some more. The earnest meaning in his tome when he uttered
those four words left me in no doubt that he was talking of a passionate
love and not just the love one friend would have for another. I was rather
shocked and not sure just what to say, do or feel. I had not thought along
those lines, as I had not admitted to myself yet that I really was gay. I
had actually persuaded myself that this was just an experimental phase I
was going through. And yet deep down I guess I really did know that I was
not hetero. Still I could not say the same back to him, yet.

The inevitable happened, and as he lay on my stomach, with my cock
eventually going into a flaccid state after the orgasm -- although it had
taken a lot longer than usual -- it popped out of Martin's bum. With that I
realised that I was going to need to wash it.  "Let's go take a shower
together," I said.  "Yeah, ok. But only if I get to wash you and you wash
me."  "Absolutely fine by me." I agreed. We both got up and walked totally
naked through the house to the bathroom and proceeded to shower. Of course
as we lathered each other up and especially because we paid `particular'
attention to certain `specific' parts of each other's anatomy, we were good
and rigid and randy before the showering was completed. I started to jerk
Martin off, but he stopped me.  "Can we wait a bit," he asked, "I want to
try something else and I think we will need a bit of go for it, and if we
come again so soon, the go will be gone."  "Ok." I replied, and then, "But
what is it that you want to try?"  "You will have to wait a while and see;
please trust me!" That was all the answer I could get out of him.

I was full of curiosity and yet also a little nervous. Two weeks ago I had
not thought having my cock stuck up another guy's back side and yet today
it had happened and though I liked it, I was not sure if this really was
the direction I wanted to go in.  Once we had dried, Martin led me down
stairs to the back garden, and in a mad dash, we ran across the garden to
the shed.  Inside the shed there was one of those small inflatable paddling
pools suitable for little children, blown up but empty of any water.  "Got
any ideas of what I am thinking yet?" Martin asked.  "Not at all." I
answered. "I mean, I guess it has something to do with the pool being up,
but why in the shed and empty I don't know."  "This was just to give you a
clue, but it's not for right now; it's for later."  "So what is for right
now?"  "Back in the house." Was all he said as he pushed me out the shed
door and we made a quick streak across the garden again. Once inside the
house, Martin continued, "You do realise that I am in charge and what I say
goes and any objection will result in punishment?"  "What do you mean by
that?"  "Well, I'm bigger and stronger than you, and if you don't do as I
say, I shall sort you out. You could even find yourself tied up for the
night with a weight attached to your dick or balls."  "Look, I accept that
you can get the better of me, but don't I get any say on what is going on
at all?"  "I will take your views into consideration, but I am the
boss. Get it?"  "Well I'll go along with you so far. I mean I quite liked
being tied up earlier; but if it is something I don't like or want to do,
then please don't force it."  "Hey! I love you and I promise I won't hurt
you intentionally. Now let's go and find something to eat."

As it was actually a bit past the lunch hour, we were quite hungry and so
set about making some sandwiches with gusto. Six slices of bread each with
ham and cheese to fill between them and a can of coke to wash it all down
soon had our stomachs satisfied.  "Now for desert." Martin said picking up
the bottle of chocolate sandwich spread. "Come over here." He then
ordered. He pushed his plate and all out of the way. "Sit on the table
here." Another order. As I had agreed to play along with him, I obeyed and
got up on the table to sit where his lunch plate had been. Martin then
began to smear chocolate spread over my cock and balls. When he had enough
for his liking he leant forward and began to lick it all off. Part way
through, I thought I was going to have an orgasm and told Martin. He
stopped licking and told me that under no circumstances was I allowed to
cum without his express permission and failure to comply would result in
the severest of punishments. He waited a while before continuing with his
desert. When he had got every last bit licked off of my cock and balls, he
lifted his head and passing me the jar and said, "Your turn for afters
now."  "Yes master!" I responded slightly sarcastically, and very willingly
went on to obey layering his jewels with chocolate spread to lick off.
"And don't even think about touching your cock." Martin commanded,
"Remember you will need all it can give later." So resisting the urge, I
licked him clean of all chocolate and let my cock dribble on its own. I
tried to get Martin to reach that point of no return, but he stopped me in
time just as had happened with me and only let me carry on when he could
handle it again.

This over, Martin took me back up to his bedroom and producing a digital
camera, said he wanted to take some photos of me and me of him. We started
off doing various poses and taking distance and close-up shots of almost
every part of each others anatomy. Then Martin said he wanted one of me
with a hard-on, and proceeded to jack me off a bit to get my pecker in the
state he desired. Another round of photographs and then it was my turn to
do the same of him. Next Martin mounted the camera on a tripod and using
the timer took some pictures of the two of us together, holding cocks, and
sucking and licking in various places and finally with fingers up my
backside. He downloaded the pictures onto his computer and we looked them
over and discussed which the best one was.  Finally we agreed that the one
which was of me leaning over backwards and supporting myself on the wall
with me pecker sticking out at right angles to my body was it. Martin saved
this one onto a disc and told me wait in the room. No sooner had he got out
the door when he turned around and walked back in to find me giving my cock
a gentle rub.  "I thought as much," Martin declared, "I shall just have to
make sure you don't do anything more."  With a rugby style dive he knocked
me onto my back on the bed and pinned my body with his. Again I found that
his strength was too much for me and he did not take long to tie my hands
to the head board again. But not content with that, he also tied my legs to
the footboard of the bed which left me spread-eagled on the bed and totally
at his mercy. "Now you will be safe from temptation." He said as he turned
and again left the room.

When Martin returned about twenty minutes later he had a large piece of
paper rolled up under his arm. "It's quite handy having dad as a
draughtsman who does a lot of work at home." Martin said, "Especially when
he has a plan printer." Martin then unrolled the paper to reveal a three
foot by four foot print of the picture he had taken of me, and it was also
in colour.  "Wow, what you going to do with it?" I asked. I was somewhat
proud of it actually, but also a bit nervous that it might be seen by eyes
which I would rather not see it.  "I will show you in a while, but first
you have to be punished for your disobedience." He said with a little grin
on his face as he turned again and left the room. When he returned he had a
box in his hands.  "What you going to do to me?" I asked nervously.  Martin
put the box down where I couldn't see in to it, and reaching down into the
box he brought up two wooden clothes pegs. Then I knew what to expect for
he began to play with my nipples teasing them into a hard state and once
hard positioned a peg over each one so that they were gripping the nipple
with the rest of the peg lying on my chest as if hanging toward my
feet. Although this hurt, I realised that I actually liked it and was
getting a bit of sexual thrill from it. Martin then pulled the main
contents from the box to reveal a little portable hand held type vacuum
cleaner. Laying this down on the bed between my legs, he put the solid
plastic tube of the cleaner over my cock and using some tape taped the tube
to my stomach. He switched it on and it pulled my cock and some of the
loose skin of my ball bag in to create a seal so that the vacuum was trying
to pull the skin off my cock. Leaving that running, he began to finger fuck
my bum for a while and finally pulled a feather duster out of the box and
used it to tickle me until I was almost sobbing and begged him to stop it
all. When he pulled the pipe off of my dick, we could hardly believe it. My
dick was so suffused with blood, it was as red as a blushing face and quite
a bit bigger than it normally got when hard. It was also very hard.
"That'll keep you going for a while." Martin said pointing at my cock. "But
now it is time for something else," he continued as he untied me.

Martin led me and my hard boner out to the shed once more. He told me to
stand in the paddling pool while he pinned the picture of me to the wall of
the shed. When he turned around from doing this, he had a couple of large
bottles of baby oil in his hands, which he must have picked up off the
shelf there, though I had not noticed them earlier. He handed one bottle to
me and told me to oil him up from head to toe and all around. I opened the
cap and poured a liberal amount of oil onto my hand and then began to
smooth it over his body. The slickness of the oil making my hands glide
over his skin so smoothly ensured that my cock remained in a hard state, as
was his. By the time I had finished lubbing him up, there was quite a bit
of oil on the floor of the pool and I understood, or at least thought I
did, the reason for it. Martin then said I was to stand still while he got
me oiled up. Using the bottle like a water pistol he literally squirted a
jet of oil onto me and then spread it out before squirting again. The floor
was getting so slick that we both nearly lost our balance a few times and
had to end up kneeling for Martin to finish the oiling. There was a little
bit of oil left in each bottle when we were finished and Martin took these
and literally poured the last of the oil over both of us.  "Now we are
going to wrestle and try to pin the other down for the count of
three. Whoever gets to three pins first, gets to fuck the other up the
arse. OK?" Martin was not really asking as much as he was commanding.  "I
guess I don't really have much choice or chance." I meekly replied and
immediately launched myself into him and got him pinned before he really
had a chance to retaliate.  Of course with Martin being bigger and
stronger, I was never going to win the contest, but I decided I would give
it the best I could. The oil made it almost impossible to get any sort of
proper grip on the other and we were down to trying to fall on the other
and knock them onto their back to get a pin. This style did result in our
cocks spending a lot of time in contact with our opponent and sliding
delightfully over the oily skin. This was very erotic and ensured that we
remained in a heightened state of arousal. But after about twenty minutes
or so, Martin got me pinned for the third time and announced that I was to
be fucked.

It was rather hilarious as he found it difficult to get a grip on the floor
sufficient to be able to lift my legs and get his dick up my arse without
slipping away. Eventually he got us both out of the pool and pushing it
aside, got me in the position he desired and began to insert the first ever
cock to enter my backside. We were both rather green at this, and his cock
was quite large and so it hurt like hell, even with the liberal
lubrication. However, as my bum got used to having the cock in there and I
was able to relax a bit more, it got easier and soon I was enjoying it more
than I was feeling any pain.  We were making quite a lot of noise and in
our current state were not taking much notice of anything other then the
two of us. When Martin finally came inside me he shouted out quite
loudly. He had just relaxed against me with his dick still inside when the
door was flung open and Martin's dad was standing there. (There had been
some problem or other and they had had to return instead of staying the
night away.) There are not words descriptive enough to depict the look on
his face.  "You two better get cleaned up and dressed and then report to my
study." He ordered.  We had to walk naked back through the garden,
glistening with oil and I was still sporting a boner which was not likely
to go down too quickly, and we knew that Martin's mother and sister were
somewhere inside could probably see our shame. We went straight to the
bathroom and turned on the shower getting it very warm to help melt off the
oil.  Both of us were terrified and filled with dread at the thought of
what we were still to face.


Well that is it folks. I leave it to you to make your mind up about the way
the saga went. Was there understanding, denial, rage or some other
reaction? Did Rick's family get told? I don't know.

I hope you have enjoyed reading this story and that you will let me know
what you think. The address is at the top of the page -- please write to me.

I have another story which is rather different to this in the thinking
stage. A month or two and it should be posted.

Cheers Rick.