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A Wicked Deed
I was ever fucked only the once.
Just to be really clear about it, it wasn't anything like rape. It was something I was persuaded to do by another boy who was a very close friend. Nor was it something that affected my whole life afterwards. True, it took me some time to get over it but I didn't fall out with the boy who did it to me. It's only for the sake of readers interested in it that I'm putting down the story of how it happened.
At the start of my first year in the Upper School of the all-boys school where I went, we were joined by a Scottish boy. His name was Angus McGregor. He was from some place near Aberdeen and his parents had moved from there for his dad's work. He didn't have any brothers or sisters.
For no special reason that I can remember, Angus & me soon became friends. On some sort of Scottish festival day when both of us were just into our second year, he came to school wearing a kilt, with long green socks and a special kind of jacket. It looked very smart. I asked him what he wore under his kilt. I won't forget the way he lifted it up, grinning at me, showing his cock & balls, so nothing on underneath. All that was covering them was the way his long shirt was pulled down, so that when he sat down in it, the shirt kept his things from showing. By the time he did that, just about every boy in our class had some hair growing in down below. None of us was ever anything like shy about what was happening, more like showing off to each other and comparing our bits whenever we were getting changed for PE or for swimming in the school's own pool.
It'll come as no surprise to hear that most of us had discovered the delights of masturbation. We all called it wanking or tugging it.
After all this time, I can't remember whether it was Angus or me who was the first to suggest that we might have a wank together. Anyhow, it first happened when we found a spot in some thick bushes in an isolated lot of woods not far from where both of us lived. We went there on our bikes one day in early summer, both in shorts, trainers and bare legs. That first time, we did it standing up with everything down round our ankles, taking hold of each others cocks to start with, then watching each other doing it. Our spunk came at almost the same time, squirting out on the grass. He had a clean hankie. We used it to wipe our cocks and went off home like we'd only been out on our bikes.
After that first time, I lost count of how many wanks the two of us had together, several times in that place in the woods, a few times in his bedroom, even once, very quickly, when we were getting changed after swimming, locking ourselves in one of the lavs. It was a lot of fun, with our spunk getting whiter & stickier as time went on, lots of it no matter how often we wanked. The grass at that spot in the woods came up really green. We joked that it was because our spunk had fertilised it.
The day when things changed a bit was one afternoon when I was in his bedroom with Angus. I was looking forward to the chance of a wank when both of us could get all our clothes off without any risk of being caught like that, because his mum and dad had gone off somewhere for a whole day.
Clothes off, we looked at each other. I was more than a bit surprised to see how much his cock seemed to have grown since the last time I saw it.
This was a few weeks into our summer hols from school and I'd already been away with my parents for two weeks, with not much chance of a wank. "Wow! How big is that? What you been doing?" He shook his head. "Nothing, only a few wanks. It just got bigger and bigger. See for yourself, Rob. My ruler's over there." I found it, a white plastic ruler he used at school. He stood up, his cock hard. I laid the ruler along the top of it, close to his hairs. All of 8½ inches, and thick! And I thought mine was OK, but it was just short of 7" and nothing like as thick as his.
We lay down on his bed, side by side, taking hold of each other's cocks, drawing our skins up & down. That's when Angus said something like How about we try something else?' What?' `My cock in you, that's what'. I didn't know what to say, thinking he was just joking, but he was serious, asking me over & over again to try it.
Just looking at the size of it, the mere idea of him trying to his in me was scary, and I said as much to him. Come on, Rob, don't say no. How long have we known each other? All these great wanks we've had? Give it a go. It'll be OK, promise.' After a few minutes more of him begging me to do it, I gave in. He looked really pleased, getting off the bed with his cock sticking way out in front, rummaging in a bedside drawer. He held out a small tube: Lube, it's called KY, make it a lot easier to do this.' So you been thinking about it, Angus?' Only since last week. Bought it at the pharmacy.' I got up off the bed. He smeared some of it from the tube down between my legs and some more on his cock.
Getting behind me, with his arms round my waist, I felt his cock pushing between the cheeks of my backside. I wasn't resisting, but he couldn't get it in that way.
We lay back down on the bed. With me flat on my stomach, he had me open my legs really wide. He put his hands flat on my back. I felt the heat of his cock as he poked it about, trying to find the way in. He gave a little push. As the swollen top of it started to go in, it hurt like nothing else. I heard him give give a gasp. Rob! Rob! Don't hold your breath. Try to relax. You're so tight!' I'd never felt anything like that. It was like I was being split open. I begged him not to go any further in. Only the top of my cock in, Rob. Take a bit more, very slowly.'
He wasn't going to stop. I felt it go further in, gritting my teeth. It was still painful, but nothing as bad as when he started. I could feel the heat of his cock, hard up inside me. When he got it in so far that I could feel his balls pressing against me & the hair round it, he whispered something like `OK! OK. There, you got it all in there, Rob. Told you it would be OK.' He had his legs entwined with mine, keeping my legs wide apart as he thrust his cock deep into me time after time. Believe it or not, I kind of got used to the feeling of it in me.
Without him taking it out of me, and with him flat on his back, I got myself sitting astride him, facing away. With his arms lifting me up & down, the thrusts he was giving were going even deeper than before.
My own cock had stiffened when I sat down on his cock like that. It got even stiffer with the way he was thrusting his in.
After I'd been sitting on his cock, it couldn't have been more than five minutes before he went something like `Ah! Ah! Ah!' over and over again. I felt his cock jerking deep inside me. Almost at the same moment I felt my balls tightening up and my cock jerking as my own spunk came spurting out on my belly and running down one side of my balls. One splash went so far that it landed on Angus's leg, just past one of his knees.
That had never happened to me before, my spunk coming without ever touching my cock. I was left breathless, with my mouth dry.
Angus still had his cock inside me. When I tried to move, my legs were weak. He lifted my hips, slowly pulling it out of me. I lay down on my back, still all sticky with my own spunk. Lying there beside me, he put an arm round my shoulder, his softening cock lying across one side of his thigh. What about that, then?' I told him how much he'd hurt me. Only at the start. Couldn't help it. Not so bad after that?' I admitted that he was right. `Felt you come, Rob, your spasms gripping my cock. Reckon if I'd tried just then, couldn't have got mine out of you, like two dogs fucking in the street, back to back, with one unable to get his dick out of the bitch, eh?' Both of us sniggered at the thought.
Then, `Come on Rob, we need a shower. Keep a hand over your cock. Don't want any drips on the floor!' With two clean towels, we made a dash for his bathroom. I was anxious to get rid of what he'd left inside me, so I sat down on the lav. Right away, a lot of his spunk came straight out. Both of us looked at it before I flushed it away and we got under the shower together, washing our cocks and making sure every last trace of spunk was off us.
Was I sore? Under the shower I felt carefully where his cock had been in me. It was a bit sore, no more than that, and my muscles there had closed up tight again. While we were getting dried off, I asked Angus if he'd ever done that before. He shook his head, saying something like he just knew what to do, like he was following nature.
Both of us were 15 when that happened. Like I said at the start, I didn't hold it against him. Right enough, maybe I should never have agreed to let him do it, but the two of us stayed close friends all the way through school, enjoying a good many wanks together after that. (End)