Date: Sun, 26 Feb 2017 20:47:12 +0000
From: puermalo14@hushmail.com
Subject: Wagtails and Spartans PART 5

WAGTAILS AND SPARTANS

PART FIVE of an adventure story, set in England in the 1930s. This is
fiction and the author does not condone any of the incidents described.
There is content involving sexual activity between boys so if you should
not be reading this sort of material, or if you are likely to be offended
by it, read no further.

In this chapter the Wagtails spend their first night camping on the island.
The gypsy boys have a little fun and the Wagtails discover new thrills.

Characters:
Simon and Robin (brothers, aged 12 and 10)
Joseph (Joe) and Timmy (brothers, aged 13 and 11)
Nev (16) and Paddy (14), gypsy boys
Mr Taylor, an old farm-hand


The four boys spent the afternoon exploring the island together before
returning to their camp with armfuls of sticks for a bonfire. Joe lit the
fire and they were soon cooking sausages which they devoured, along with
hunks of buttered bread, and all washed down with ginger beer. They chatted
as the ate, more than a little excited that this would be their first night
camping.

Robin chattered incessantly, telling the others about his day, the
rock-climbing and exploring. Joe was thankful that he did not tell all,
however. The part about wanking off in front of the young lad was a secret
between them and Robin was keeping his promise not to tell the others.

"You haven't said much, Timmy," Simon commented, "Has the cat got your
tongue?"

He was correct, Timmy hadn't said very much.

"Oh, that's just Timmy daydreaming again," said Joe, "He gets like that
sometimes. Daddy says he's away with the fairies!"

Truthfully, Timmy's mind had been in a bit of a spin since that
morning. He'd been captured by the two gypsy boys who had made him suck
their big, fat willies. They had even squirted their hot goo onto him. What
Timmy couldn't understand was why he had enjoyed it. Admittedly, he had
been scared at first. The boys were much older and stronger than he
was. They were what his mother would describe as uncouth and the kinds of
boy that he was supposed to steer clear of. But he had rather enjoyed the
rough way they had treated him. Sucking their willies had been more than
agreeable and when they squirted their stuff he had been thrilled. He
rather wanted to tell the other boys about it all but he didn't know what
they would think. Perhaps they would make fun of him or maybe they would be
angry. After all, what he'd been up to was dirty and rude!

"Go on, Timmy," Simon pestered, "Penny for your thoughts?"

"Well, if you must know," Timmy replied, "I saw those two gypsy boys."

"Goodness me! When was that?" Joe asked.

"It was this morning, when you two were exploring."

Were they in their boat?" Simon inquired.

"No, they were here on the island!"

"Oh, no!" cried little Robin, "Maybe they're still here lurking in the
bushes."

"They captured me," Timmy continued, "And they made me do things."

"What things?" asked Joe.

"This and that," Timmy replied, "But they didn't hurt me and they weren't
bullies."

"Yes, but what happened?" Simon demanded.

"I don't think I should tell you."

"He's making it up," Joe declared, "It's another one of his tales!"

With that, the discussion ended and Joe suggested they continued with their
meal. As they ate, their chatter turned to different things and Timmy's
confession was temporarily forgotten. After they had finished their meal
and tidied up, they went down to the lakeside to have a wash and to check
the dinghy was secured for the night. All the fresh air and fun had tired
them out and Joe suggested they should return to camp and have an early
night. They washed in the cold lake water and brushed their teeth.

Back at camp, Joe prepared mugs of steaming cocoa.

"Good boys can have some scrummy cocoa," Joe said to Robin and Timmy, "But
they need to get their jim-jams on first!"

Timmy and Robin scrambled into the tent to get ready for bed. Simon and
Robin remained by the campfire, watching the flickering flames, sipping
their cocoa and chatting.

"I say, Joe, you're off to a new school next term, aren't you?" asked
Simon, "Are you getting excited?"

"In some ways, I am," Joe replied. He had spent the past few years
attending a small prep school. [note: English prep schools are fee-paying
establishments for children up to the age of 13 intended as `preparation'
for public school, also private establishments]. He had enjoyed his time
there; it felt safe, he was popular and the teachers were kind. Moving to a
new, bigger school seemed rather daunting to the lad.

"It sometimes feels a little scary, too," he continued, "I'll have to make
new friends and get used to being a boarder for starters."

"You'll be like a little fish in a big pond," Simon commented, "But I'm
sure you'll settle in quickly."

"Yes, I'll be one of the youngest. That will feel peculiar because I was
one of the older boys at my last school."

They continued to chat about new schools and what the future might
bring. Meanwhile, inside the tent, Timmy and Robin were undressing. It was
a little cramped and they were aware of their closeness and nakedness
together.

"I can see your willy!" Robin piped up.

"And I can see yours," Timmy replied, "But mine's bigger!"

In the glow of the oil lamp they compared their little knobs. In their limp
state, they were both less than two inches but it was fair to say that
Timmy's was the larger.

"It's only a bit bigger," Robin continued, "But you still don't have any
hairs on it yet."

"How do you know about hairy willies?" a flabbergasted Timmy asked.

"I've seen some, of course!"

"Whose?"

"I've seen my brother's willy and it has some hairs on it," said Robin,
keeping his promise not to tell anyone about what he had done with Joe
earlier that day.

"Can you keep a secret?" asked Timmy.

"Yes, tell me," an intrigued Robin replied.

"It's a special secret so you must promise not to tell anyone."

"I promise."

"I saw the gypsy boys today."

"Is that all?" Robin sounded disappointed.

"No, there's more," Timmy said in a whisper, "I saw their willies and they
were bigger and hairier than Simon's and Joe's!"

Robin sat speechless, taking it all in.

"They captured me," Timmy resumed, "And they got their willies out of their
trousers and they were hard!"

Timmy related the events of that morning to the wide-eyed youngster, even
telling him how the gypsy boys had spurted their spunk onto him.

"Yes, and they made lots of it, too!" he added.

"More than Simon and Joe make?" Robin questioned.

"Yes, a lot more."

"I think it looks funny when it comes out of a boy's willy!" Robin
chuckled, "Simon only makes a little but Joe's shoots out."

"The gypsies made theirs shoot out, too," said Timmy, "It went everywhere!"

Robin and Timmy pondered for a moment.

"I say, Timmy," Robin whispered conspiratorially, "Wouldn't it be fun to
watch Simon and Joe make the stuff!"

"Rather!" Timmy replied with a smile, "But how do we make that happen?"

"I've an idea, listen!"


...


At precisely the same time as the two young boys were plotting their
scheme, the two gypsy boys were also discussing sexual matters over at the
gypsy camp, sitting outside one of the caravans out of earshot.

"That was great fun, wasn't it?" said Nev, the sixteen-year-old.

"Yes, the look on that little laddie's face when he saw our big pricks!"
replied fourteen-year-old Paddy.

"And he sucked on us like he was truly enjoying it!"

"I think he was," said Paddy, "His little cock was as hard as a nail!"

"Spunking on his face was the best bit," Nev said, "And he certainly
enjoyed it when we did that!"

Paddy agreed, spunking on the naked youngster had turned him on in ways he
couldn't explain.

"Maybe we should have buggered him, too," said Nev, "I know you've never
put your cock in a nice bum but I reckon you would like to try."

"'Strewth! Too bloody right I would!" Paddy exclaimed. He was desperate to
bum a nice, tight arse. Nev was always the active one, buggering Paddy but
never letting his younger friend reciprocate. Truth to tell, he loved being
buggered but he was more than keen to turn the tables.

"Maybe we should go back to the island," Nev continued, "Find ourselves
another nice boy to pleasure us."

"Yes, please," Paddy said with enthusiasm, "A nice boy to bum and bugger!"

"It's got me all stiff down below just a-thinking about it!" grinned Nev,
showing off the obvious bulge protruding from his trousers.

"Me too," said Paddy, "Let's go off into the bushes a pull ourselves off!"

The two teens scuttled off to find somewhere to satiate their adolescent
yearnings. Moments later, they were each squirting their second load of the
day.


...


Joe and Simon finished their cocoa.

"Time for bed," announced Joe, "Let's join the littl'uns."

They checked that the fire was safe for the night and headed off to join
Robin and Timmy in the tent. The two youngest boys were now ready to
instigate their plan.

"I say, Timmy, budge over a little, please," said Simon, trying to find
some space in the little tent to undress.

"It is certainly rather cramped in here," Joe said, "We're a bit like
sardines in a tin!"

Timmy and Simon watched as the older boys stripped down to their
undergarments. Simon was first to be naked, his soft boycock rolling across
the hairless ballbag as he kicked his underwear aside. Joe quickly
followed, removing his underwear and reaching for his pyjamas. He flopped
backwards to put on the pyjama bottoms, flailing his slender legs in the
air in the attempt, momentarily exhibiting his little puckered
bumhole. Soon, all four boys were snuggled up inside their sleeping bags.

"We mustn't forget that Mr Taylor's coming to check on us in the morning,"
Joe said.

"He should be bringing us some provisions, too," said Simon.

"One of mummy's apple pies, I hope!" Robin added.

They continued their chatter, discussing plans for the next day. There was
still plenty to explore on the island and Robin, convinced that there was
pirate treasure to unearth, was especially keen that they should make the
most of the next day.

"The only way we'll find treasure is if we have the pirate's map," Simon
pointed out, "Now, get some sleep or we'll be too tired to hunt for
treasure in the morning."

"Can't we talk a bit more?" Robin pleaded, "It isn't very late and I'm not
sleepy."

"Perhaps for a few more minutes," Joe suggested, "But then we must go to
sleep."

"Aye, aye, captain!" Simon agreed.

"Let's play a game," Timmy said.

"Like I-spy?" Simon asked.

"That won't take long," laughed Joe, "There's not much to see in this
little tent!"

"No, not I-spy, something more fun," said Timmy.

"What's that game you told me about before?" Robin asked, working with
Timmy on their prearranged plan.

"Do you mean the `Who Here?' game?"

"Yes, that's the one."

 "How do you play it?" asked Simon.

"It is easiest if we just start," Timmy explained, "You'll soon get the
idea."

"Very well," said Joe, "So, who starts?"

"I'll take the first turn as it is my game," Timmy said. He thought for a
moment and then set the first challenge. "Who here has the most
sticking-out ears?"

"That's easy," Simon laughed, "It's Robin!"

Joe agreed. Robin's ears did stick out a little more than average. If
anything, they added something to his cuteness.

"It's not fair," Robin grumbled, to the amusement of all.

"My turn, my turn," Simon announced, "Who has..."

"You have to say `Who here'," Timmy corrected.

"Very well, who here can make the funniest face?"

They spent the next few moments giggling and gurning, pulling funny faces
at one another. They finally agreed that Joe's contorted face was the
best. Now it was Joe's turn.

"Who here can sing the highest?" he posed.

Now the boys began to sing little scales. Their sweet treble voices soon
gave way to ever higher and higher shrieks and squeaks. After much
laughter, they decided Robin's squeak was the best.

"I've never heard a robin sing like that!" joked Joe.

"My turn," said the victor, "Who here has the biggest nose?"

There was discussion and dissent as they tried to decide. In the end, they
chose Joe but agreed it was mostly due to him being older and bigger than
the others. It was Robin's turn next and he wasted no time in moving things
forward.

"Joe has the biggest nose," he said, "But who here has the biggest willy?"

"Robin, that's rude!" a rather shocked Joe admonished.

"Rude, yes," Simon agreed, "But still fun!" Simon was clearly content to
play along with the game. Joe reconsidered and his response surprised them
all.

"Are we comparing willies with a bonk on or just soft?" he asked.

"It will have to be with a bonk on," laughed Simon, "Because that is how
mine is right now!"

"Me too!" chuckled Timmy.

"Well, I would win whichever way it was," Joe gloated. He knelt up (there
was no room to stand in the tent) and pulled his pyjama bottoms down. "Look
here if you don't believe me!"

The other three boys watched as Joe proudly showed off his teencock. It was
not quite at its full four-inches but with each throb the tumescence grew.

"Yikes!" interjected Robin, "What a big willy!"

"And hairy, too!" Timmy added. He had seen his brother's nakedness many
times before, noticing his advance through puberty and the growth of little
hairs in places where he was smooth. This was the first time he had seen it
aroused and at close quarters.

"Come along, boys," Joe said, holding his cock between finger and thumb and
waggling it provocatively, "How can we decide the winner if you don't all
play along?"

The others all knew the result, of course, but joined in quite happily
nevertheless. Robin showed his tiny nail, at barely more than two
inches. Timmy revealed his hairless three inches, so hard that it curved
upwards almost against his belly. Simon displayed his too. It wasn't very
much longer than Timmy's but it had developed a plumpness that
distinguished it from the younger boy's organ. Furthermore, there was hair
there as Robin was delighted to point out.

"You have some hairs, too!" he exclaimed.

Simon flicked a fingertip across his wispy pubes, showing them off.

"Who's turn next?" He asked.

"It's me," said Timmy.

"Come on then," joe said, "Ask your question."

"Who here," Timmy began, "Who here would like to touch someone else's
willy?"

"Everyone does!" Simon laughed.

"Let's all touch Robin's willy first," suggested Joe. He had already had a
bit of fun with it earlier that day (although Simon and Timmy didn't yet
know) and he wanted to explore a little further. "Lie down on your back,
Robin, and we'll all come around you and play with your willy."

Robin did not need to be asked twice and was soon prostrate below the three
older boys. They toyed with his little rod, easing the tight foreskin back
a little way. Joe felt Robin's scrotum, a tiny wrinkled sack holding two
dainty nuggets. Robin giggled, the attention of so many hands on his
genitals was incredible – but it also tickled rather!

They abandoned the idea of taking it in turns and were soon playing with
one another's cocks in an excitable frenzy, rolling across one another in
their nakedness and their boyish lust. No-one was left out as cocks, balls
and pubes were examined, fondled and pleasured.

"Oh, my!" Joe sighed as Robin tugged on his teenage balls and Simon jerked
his shaft.

"That's nice!" murmured Timmy, as Simon eased back the foreskin and Joe's
finger sneaked around his young balls and tickled the perineum.

"I say, Joe has some sticky stuff on his willy!" Robin said, touching it
with a fingertip, and then Timmy responded with something that astonished
them all.

"Can I taste it?" he requested. Joe hesitated at first (after all, Timmy
was his brother!) but his desires soon took over. He shuffled closer to
Timmy, who not only licked the stickiness off the tip but then proceeded to
suck on the four-inch shaft. The others looked on in a mixture of
incredulity and lewd fascination. Then, one by one, they began to follow
Timmy's lead. Soon, Simon was sucking Timmy, Joe was sucking little Robin,
and Robin was sucking Simon, forming a circle of sexiness that was
slurping, gulping and licking itself to new heights.

Joe felt his orgasm rising. The sensation of Timmy's tongue on his cock and
the hot wetness of the boy's mouth was wonderful. On top of all that, he
had Robin's little stiffness between his lips and the ten-year-old was
bucking and writhing in delight. With a moan, he felt his spunk
spurting. Timmy continued to suck, feeling the teenager's cum squirting
onto the back of his tongue.

Simon had stopped sucking Timmy to watch this spectacle. As Joe pulled his
sticky cock from Timmy's mouth, Simon replaced it with his own rampant
organ and seconds later he was depositing his own sweet droplets into the
grateful boy's mouth. Simon sighed and Timmy swallowed, licking his lips to
savour the last drops.

Once they had calmed down from their exertions they clambered into their
sleeping bags to sleep.

"What gave you the idea to suck willies?" Joe asked his brother, Timmy.

"It was the gypsy boys," said Robin, "They made him do it to them this
morning!"

"So, it was true!" Simon declared, "The gypsies really did capture you!"

"Yes, they certainly did," Timmy grinned, "And I loved every bit of it!"

"I think I like sucking willies just as much as Timmy!" little Robin
announced, and they all laughed.

"You can suck willies anytime you like!" Simon grinned.

"As long as I get my willy sucked too!" chuckled Robin, with a crafty wink
at Joe.



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