Date: Sun, 08 Oct 2006 08:17:51 +0000
From: Syn Tax <syn_tax@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: THE ZIPPER INCIDENT

DISCLAIMER:  To keep everybody happy here is the legal stuff.  The
following story is exactly that, a story.  It is a complete work of
fiction.  The story revolves around the sexual exploits of two young
boys.  If this type of story is illegal for you to read in your country
or if you are under 18 (21 in some areas) then please do not continue any
further.  Otherwise please read on and enjoy.  I would welcome any
comments, good or bad, and you can contact me on the following address,
syn_tax@hotmail.co.uk where flames will be cheerfully relegated to the
trash can.


THE ZIPPER INCIDENT by syn_tax@hotmail.co.uk


How I hated games lessons.  Because I suffered terribly with asthma I was
not allowed to take part in any forms of sport or P.E. and the teachers
would always find me odd jobs to, as they put it, keep me out of
trouble.  This would include things like time keeping in athletics, score
keeping in cricket and other mundane boring activities like that.  These
jobs really irked me but the one thing that I hated most of all was the
fact that as I took no physical part in sports I was not able to be in
the changing rooms after games.  I loved to be there seeing the scantily
clad or, if showers were involved, naked boys.  It amazed me just how
different boys of the same age differed in what they hid in their
trousers.  As you can guess I like boys.  I particularly loved boys just
on the cusp of puberty who were able to produce the most perfect nectar
as far as I was concerned, boy cum.  I refer to that beautiful thin,
watery substance that the testes produce just before they produce real
semen.

I had coaxed many a pubescent boy into his first non-dry orgasm with the
aid of my mouth and enjoyed their reactions to it as much as they had.  I
seemed to have a second sight when it came to choosing the correct time
to `milk' the boys.  I don't know what it was exactly.  Perhaps they
exuded musk or something but just by being near to certain boys I knew
they were more than ready to produce the golden nectar I craved so much.
And it was surprisingly easy to get them to do it as well.  I would just
play on their egos, which normally worked.  Little snide comments about
their manhood's being small or betting them that they were still too
young to cum yet normally landed up with their dicks on display to me and
my mouth working overtime goading the precious cargo out of them.  In all
my attempts at achieving my goal and they had been indeed, I had only
failed to achieve success on a few occasions.

Of course there are always downsides to every scenario in life and mine
was the fact that after first introducing the boys to the joy of having
their dicks sucked by such a pro as me they always liked to come back for
more.  This was ok to me until such time as their seed changed from the
beautiful nectar I so loved to the real thing.  But I was firmly between
a rock and a hard place.  If I didn't give in to their demands there was
every likelihood they would beat me up or continually pick on me during
school.  So I had to take the rough with the smooth if I wanted to keep
my activities going.

There was one boy in particular that I was interested in at the moment.
His name was Darren Nicholls.  Darren was in the same class as I was and
the only reason I had not been able to get into his pants yet was the
fact that he was a new kid, having only started at this school a few
weeks ago.  Apparently from what little I did know about him his father
was in the army and had recently been posted locally and this was the
nearest school for Darren to attend.  He was a bit of a loner and I was
finding it difficult to get close to him.  He seemed to shun any form of
friendship that was offered to him.  From the first moment I clapped eyes
on Darren I knew that I wanted his dick in my mouth.  But try as I might
I was getting absolutely nowhere near achieving that aim and I was
getting quite frustrated about it.

And so it was that on this particular Thursday morning when the others
were out on the sports field kicking about a football I was deep in
thought as to how I could coax Darren into letting me sample his
delights.  As it was just a kick around today I was not needed for
anything so I was just mooching around on the sports field idling away my
time.  I didn't know the reasons why but Darren Nicholls didn't take
part in sports either but as I looked around for him in the forlorn hope
of getting closer to him and possibly achieving getting his dick in my
mouth he was nowhere to be seen.  I knew he was here today because I had
tried talking to him earlier but now it looked like he had disappeared
which made me feel even worse.  Here I was with the ideal opportunity of
sneaking off with him and couldn't find him.  Suddenly I felt the urge
to have a pee and I made my way to the toilet block on the edge of the
playing field.  I entered and went over to the long urinal, the ones that
all boys' schools had back then, and whipping out my dick I began to pee
and what a blessed relief it was as the stream of urine hit the enamel.
I had just finished shaking my dick of the last few drops when I heard a
cry of pain behind me coming from one of the stalls in there.  I had not
noticed that any of the stalls were occupied when I had entered the
toilets; after all I had thought that all the other boys were out on the
field kicking around footballs.

I stood there completely motionless and silent intently listening for
further sounds.  I automatically assumed that there was some boy in there
getting his ring piece reamed, buggery being a occupational hazard back
in those days at all boys' schools.  Although I had a few dicks rammed
up my shitter I was not over enamoured of this much preferring to have
their weapons firmly embedded in my mouth rather than up my poop chute.
But it was a way of life and at times you could spot the poor kid that
had received the amorous advances of their peers by the way they waddled
after leaving the toilets.

"Oh pooh, damn, blast" the voice inside the stall uttered.

Not very blasphemous I thought hearing the tirade.

"Oh poop, damn, damn, damn and blast" the voice continued.

"You ok in there?" I asked.

"Who's that?" the voice asked.

"It's Fraser, Neil Fraser, you all right?" I asked.

"Oh. Hello Neil.  It's seems like I have a little problem here."  The
voice replied.

Although I couldn't place the voice it was apparent that he was knew
me.  "Can I help at all?"  I offered.

"Dunno, perhaps." The voice answered.  "But you won't say anything if
I let you in here, will you?" the voice added.

"Course not, you can trust me." I said.

I heard the bold slide back on the other side of the door and the door
inched open slightly and a head appeared.  I nearly died of shock when I
saw who it was.  For it was only Darren Nicholls.  I was dumbstruck.  But
managing to hide my surprise and appear as calm as possible I asked him
"what was up?"

"There's nobody else around is there?" Darren asked having a good look
around the toilets.

"No, there's just the two of us here." I told him.

"You'd better come in then" Darren said opening the door so that I
could squeeze in with him.  As soon as I had entered I heard Darren slide
the bolt back home locking the door again.

"What's up?" I asked Darren once we were secure in the stall.

"It's a little embarrassing actually." Darren began turning red as he
spoke to me and looking down at the floor.

"We haven't got all day you know" I chided Darren.

"Well, it's like this, I seem to have caught my penis in my zipper and
I can't budge it." Darren finally admitted.

I had to suppress a giggle; nobody round here called them penises.  Cock,
Willy, dick, meat, even peter by the younger boys but never penis.  That
was only used when you had biology lessons.

"So, would you like me to have a go for you?" I asked Darren.

"Would you, please?" Darren literally begged.

"It'll mean that I would have to touch your penis" I said to Darren
reverting to call it the same as he had.

"I know that, but I'm in a lot of agony so please hurry."  Darren
said.

Kneeling in front of Darren I surveyed the problem.  Darren had managed
to trap his foreskin in the zipper of his fly and I could see that it was
already beginning to bruise slightly where the zipper had caught the
skin.  I would have to go very gently here so as not to inflict any more
discomfort to Darren but then again I was quite adept at handling dicks
so he was in relatively safe hands with me.

Looking up at Darren I said to him, "You ready, this may hurt a little"
I told him.

"Yes I'm ready.  It cannot hurt much more than it does at present."
Darren informed me.

"Ok then" I said and I gently took hold of his dick and eased it away
from the zipper with one hand while I tugged at the zipper with the
other.  As I worked as fast as I could Darren let out low moans of pain?
I do believe he had actually started crying.  But then again I could
commiserate with him.  I had once caught myself in the same manner, mind
you I was considerably younger and not as developed as Darren was.  After
what seemed like an eternity I finally managed to free Darren from his
predicament.  As he dick became free Darren let out a gasp of pleasure.
From my vantage point I could survey the damage that had been done by the
zipper.  There was a large amount of bruising where the zipper had
stuck.  And as his dick had become freed there was a little trickle of
blood where it had been nicked.

"Ouch, it's beginning to sting now" Darren announced.

"There is a way you can soothe that" I said looking up at Darren.

"How's that?" Darren asked with a quizzical look on his face.

"Do you trust me?" I asked Darren.

Darren thought for a moment before answering "err, yes, why?"

Reaching out I began to unbuckle Darren's belt.

"What you doing?" he asked me.

"Do you want to feel better or not?" I asked him pausing what I was
doing.

Darren nodded his answer and allowed me to continue.  Soon I had his belt
undone and undid his trousers and pulled them down.  Then I eased down
Darren's pants carefully making sure that I did not catch his dick with
them and cause anymore pain to his already painful dick.  Before me was a
magnificent specimen of boyhood, something that I had been aching to see,
and more, ever since Darren had first stepped foot into my class.

"You're going to enjoy this and it will make you feel ten times
better." I told Darren and with that I bent forward and took Darren's
dick into my mouth.

"You can't do that" Darren said as his dick entered my mouth but as I
began to suck on it this soon changed to "ooh, that feels nice."  I had
finally managed to achieve what I had wanted ever since Darren had first
entered my life, to suck his cock, although the method of finally
achieving this was somewhat unorthodox I was doing it.

Darren was really enjoying the attention I was giving him and I could
hear satisfied sight emanating from him now.  His dick was rock hard in
my mouth and I gently rolled his developing balls in my fingers, feeling
the wisps of curly soft hairs on them.  "Oh yes" Darren whimpered,
"this feels so good."  Soon Darren was rocking back and forth on the
balls of his feet driving his young manhood into my mouth and I was
loving it even more than he was.  I had to work quicker than I liked as I
didn't know how long we had been here and thinking we might be missed so
my mouth was now moving like a piston on his dick wanting to receive my
reward as soon as possible.

Suddenly I heard Darren beginning to gasp and his dick was throbbing away
in my mouth.  Then I felt his thrusting become harder and stronger and
then, with one mighty thrust into my mouth his dick spewed out shot after
shot of his seed and I was not disappointed as I felt the thin watery
nectar erupt into my eagerly awaiting mouth.  I sucked on his dick like a
demented madman ensuring every last drop that I could extricate from him
was achieved.  Only when I was confident that he had no more to give me
did I reluctantly stop sucking on that beautiful love stick of his and
allowed it to fall from my mouth.

As I stood up Darren was standing there with an inane grin plastered
across his face looking like the village idiot.  "Was that your first
time you had your dick sucked?" I asked Darren and he simply nodded his
answer.  "I play with it sometimes but I have never ever felt a pleasure
like that before." He informed me.

I gently eased up Darren's pants, careful not to knock his dick which
still looked quite red and ugly around the little nick of the zipper and
then I helped him do up his trousers.  With him presentable I opened the
door and seeing that there was nobody about still I crept out with Darren
close behind me.

"You'd better wash your face, its all red from where you've been
crying." I told him and as Darren did this I washed my hands.  We walked
back to the sports field together chatting away.

Just before we reached it Darren put a restraining hand on my arm and
turned to me.  "Would you do that again sometime please, I'll return
the favour?" he asked.

"No need for that, I'd love to do it again, whenever you want." I
grinned at Darren.  "But promise me one thing though." I added.

"What's that?" he asked looking bemused.

"Don't wank anymore.  I want the full amount of what you've got stowed
away in there all for myself." I whispered to him and assured that
nobody was able to see us I gently squeezed Darren's package through his
trousers.

Darren giggled and blushed.  "Ok, its all yours." He smiled at me.

I didn't realise what a monster I had tamed for Darren was normally
ready and willing every day to have me drain his sac for him.  He even
invited me to his place a few times at weekends so that he could get
more.  Unfortunately my friendship with Darren was short lived as his
father got another posting a few month later and they moved on, somewhere
overseas I believe and I never saw him again.

All that I can add is what a brilliant invention the zipper was.