Robert Thomson [alanussr@gmail.com] writes:
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A WICKED DEED -- 2
It was a Saturday afternoon when Angus did that to me.
Once we'd been under the shower together and got dried off and put our clothes on, I left for home. The saddle of my bike was quite well padded but when I was riding home on it, I was definitely a bit sore.
As soon as was I back in my room I went for another long shower, just so that I could have a feel of where it hurt. That shower did a lot to make me feel better. In our bathroom cabinet I found a little tub of E45 ointment, the stuff that can be used to soothe anywhere that isn't bleeding. I rubbed some of it on the place. I had quite a bit of curly hair round my cock, but no hair on my balls or anywhere underneath. With a small mirror, I could have a look at myself: only very faintly red.
Getting ready for bed that Saturday night, I put on an old pair of boxers under my PJ bottoms so as not to stain them with the E45. I had a good night's sleep and in the morning there was hardly any pain left when I went for a pee. Getting back to school and all the chatter about what we'd all been doing during the hols made me more or less forget what had happened and any pain had gone totally. Seeing Angus again, he just winked at me and grinned. We were sure that none of the others ever suspected that we were wanking buddies.
It was something like another three weeks before I went over to see him, not phoning to say that I was coming, just changing out of my school clothes and putting on a tracksuit before getting on my bike. When I got there, he couldn't have been home long, because he was sitting on a garden seat, playing with their dog, still in his school trousers & shirt with his stripy tie sticking out of one pocket, surprised to see me. I sat down beside him. The dog knew me. He was jumping up, trying to lick me.
Angus asked over & over again if I was OK. I told him I was just fine. He needn't worry. "So, we're still friends, then, for wanks & that?" "Of course we are. Why not?" "Know I hurt you, Rob." I told him to forget it, but asked him how it felt. "Oh! Much better than the best wank I ever had, and I'll make it up to you. That's a promise." I asked how he was going to `make it up to me'. He just took hold of my nearest arm, saying something like I would have wait and see.
While the two of us were sitting there, Angus said something else that led me to think that maybe he fucked me to just satisfy his curiosity about doing it. After sitting there for a while, I got back on my bike for home.
I knew better than to wank in bed for fear of the mess. It didn't ever stop me from falling asleep with both hands on my balls. A few more weeks passed, during which I had some wanks in the shower. Catching me as we both came out of a class, Angus said he wanted me to come to his the very next Saturday when he expected to have the house to himself for a few hours.
Of course as that Saturday got closer, although it was a huge effort, I kept from wanking. When the day arrived, there on my bike in early afternoon, he let me in. He had on nothing except boxers, showing a bulge.
I felt my own cock moving as we went up to his room, out of all my clothes inside a minute. When he pulled off his boxers, his big cock sprang up at an angle to his body. Just for a moment, seeing the length & thickness of it again, it was difficult to believe that he'd had it all in me.
My own cock was hard enough to be hurting a bit. He sat down on the edge of his bed, his cock sticking out. I was still standing there, expecting that we'd have a wank. He put out both hands, drawing me closer. Leaning forward, he took hold of my cock. My skin had gone back by itself. It always did that when I got hard, but he pushed it all the way back as far as it would go, leaned forward and licked the head of it.
It made me gasp & shiver, not because I was cold, but just from the marvellous feeling. Of course, I'd never before had my cock licked. Angus, still licking, looked up at me, grinning. "Told you I'd make it up to you, then. Want me to go on?" I nodded. He opened his mouth, gradually taking my cock all the way in it until his lips were up against my cock hair, going on sucking on it, in & out, in & out, now and again taking hold of it, wanking me, then going back to sucking. Something made me put my hands on his head. He had a hand under my balls, just stroking them.
I knew that the feeling was building up in a way that my spunk wasn't far away from coming and I managed to say something like that. He shook his head, going on sucking, still with my balls in his hand. When I felt them tighten, that was it. The waves of that lovely feeling swept over me. Angus only made a little sound, sort of choking, keeping on sucking over & over again. I still had my hands on his head, allowing him to go on sucking until I knew he'd sucked it all out. Looking up at me, grinning, he swallowed a few times.
"Down on the bed. Get your breath back, Rob. How about that?" It took me a few minutes before I could say anything. "Did you really swallow my spunk?" "Sure, had to, otherwise I would have choked. Don't worry. Spunk's spunk. Tell you something, Rob, yours was thick and kind of sweet. What you been eating?" I had to think for a minute or two before I remembered that I'd been eating pineapple the day before. "Pineapple? That's it. Gets into balls real quick. How you feeling now?"
"Balls have gone back down. Just as I lost it, I felt them go up further than they ever went when I wanked. You want me to do the same for you, I mean suck your cock? Don't think I could get it all into my mouth." "Maybe another time. Right now, how about you give me a nice slow wank?
He lay down on the bed, I knelt close to him, fastening a fist round his cock and starting to stroke his balls with my other, not wanking him fast. He lay there, opening and closing his eyes, one of his hands on my bare leg. I could sense that he was in such a state that it wouldn't take long, but I didn't let up, just keeping up the slow strokes. The ridge of muscle down the underside of his cock was really hard. I leaned over. When his grip tightened on my leg, he only gave like a sharp intake of breath, blowing through his lips, saying, "Mind your eyes!"
His cock started to jerk, shooting a splash of thick white spunk close to his belly-button, then four or five really strong spurts in rapid succession, all over his chest & as far as one shoulder. I just got my face out of the way in time. If I hadn't done that, the third strong spurt would have hit me. I kept on wanking him until no more came and his cock softened. It still looked so big even when it went right down.
He lay still, getting his breath back, pointing to where a box of tissues was. I had some of his spunk on the fingers of the hand I'd been using to wank him. I licked it off before using a load of tissues to clean it all off him as he lay there. Then I got back on the bed beside him. We lay there together for a while, not saying much. After maybe 10 minutes like that, we went for a shower. Dried off and with our clothes on, we went downstairs. Angus found us some cold fruit juice, We both had a drink. Joking, he said he needed a drink to get rid of the taste of my spunk.
(End)