A Wicked Deed -- 3
In the first part of this I did my best to explain that I didn't resent what Angus McGregor did to me and the two of us didn't fall out. After he `made it up to me' by sucking my cock, something I'd never had done to me before then, it was such an amazing experience that we went on as before.
It was like we couldn't get enough of each other. I lost count of how often we went off on our bikes, usually on a Saturday or Sunday and sometimes even right after school more or less looking for isolated spots where we could wank each other with no risk of being caught at it.
We used to promise each other not to wank alone, sort of saving it up so that we could do it together. This wasn't easy. Both of us had the same problem, being overtaken by the overwhelming desire for a wank as soon as were home from school.
My habit was to get out of my school clothes as soon as I was home, meaning to change into something more comfortable, but once I had everything off, that's when my cock used to get hard, with the urge to lie down naked on my bed for a wank. By that time I knew to get naked simply because I never knew how far my spunk would shoot and to tell the truth, no matter how often I did it, there was always a lot of it. It took a huge effort for me just to give my cock a few rubs before having a cold shower to make it go down.
Another thing drawing Angus and me together was hockey, Both of us were in our school's First Eleven. He was a good player, fast & fierce. One Wednesday afternoon, we were playing only a practice match against the Second Eleven with one of our PE masters in charge of us. Angus got a kick in the balls, rolling on the ground until helped to his feet. He was gritting his teeth, close to tears, both hands clutching at his shorts. Our PE master told him to go off, get dressed and to go straight home.
He was back at school the next day. When I had a chance in our dinner break, I asked him what had happened. "Still a bit sore. When I got home, my dad happened to be home early. I told him where I'd been kicked. He insisted I should let the doctor have a look, so he phoned and was told I could be seen right away. He drove me to our GP's. I didn't have long to wait. My dad said I w as old enough for the Doc to see me alone, so he waited outside."
"What did he say?" "She, not he. I explained to her how I got kicked between my legs while playing hockey. She pulled her swivel chair close to where I was standing, asking me to drop everything down round my ankles. With a pair of rubber gloves on, she felt both my balls, one at a time. I was holding my cock up by the skin while she was doing that." "Wow! How did you stop yourself from getting hard?" "Didn't think about it, just looked away. But when she first saw my balls, her eyebrows went up and she glanced up at me for just a moment." "So she was surprised to see how big they were?"
"Reckon so. She hadn't seen me for at least two years when I sprained my wrist. When she put her fingers right under my balls, that's the place that was really sore. Telling me to get dressed, she went to wash her hands, just sort of saying casually "Angus, you need to keep from masturbating for at least ten days." I felt my face going red.
Then she opened her door and went out with me following. My dad stood up. "His testicles seem undamaged. The kick he got hit his perineum. Should be OK in a few days. If not, he should come back." My dad seemed to understand all that. Then she said "He's grown into a big strong lad, hasn't he?" "I was just relieved that she hadn't said anything to my dad about masturbation, that's all."
I already had a jockstrap. Angus said he had only his Y-fronts on under his hockey shorts when he got kicked. "You need to get yourself a jockstrap. Maybe you could put some socks inside it for extra protection?" He grinned at the idea of the socks in it. The pain down under his balls had disappeared totally after a few more days.
On one of our bike rides together, we were going along a quiet B Road when we spotted a derelict one-storey house well off the road, so we got off our bikes to have a look, making our way past a thick clump of bushes. There was the remains of a path with some flagstones. We looked at each other, everything down round our ankles inside a couple of minutes, getting on with wanking each other.
It didn't take us long, our spunk shooting out on the flagstones. We were only just over it, still holding on to each other, with Angus trying to reach some tissues in his pocket to let us wipe our cocks and just starting to do that when a big black dog appeared from nowhere. It was quite young, wearing a collar.
With a dog's keen sense of smell, it must have smelled the spunk on our fingers, because it tried to lick mine. Then, it made for where our splashes of spunk were on the flagstones, licking it up eagerly, its tail wagging, Scared in case its owner was nearby, we tidied our clothes, got on our bikes and rode away as fast as we could. I don't know about Angus, but when I got home I found that I hadn't wiped my cock properly after our wank. There was some spunk inside my Y-fronts. I washed them out in cold water and put something else on.
Although Angus only asked me to wank him that afternoon after he'd sucked my cock, I knew it was only a matter of time before he asked me to suck his. Maybe about a month after that scare with dog, and with his parents off for the day somewhere, I went on my bike to his, then straight up to his room, the two of us getting naked just as soon as we were in there. Joking, he said something about a return match, meaning it was my turn to suck his cock.
Same as he'd done with me, I sat down on the edge of his bed, drawing him closer. Taking hold of his cock, I pushed his skin as far back as it would go, leaned down and licked the head of it. It was somewhere between red & purple. Opening my mouth wide, I got it into my mouth, keeping one hand under his balls. But his cock was so big & thick that try as I might, I couldn't take any more than a couple of inches before choking. I tried that several times, every time choking on it, although he must have liked it because he had his hands on my head and kept on giving little gasps.
To try another position, he had me lie across his bed with my head just over the edge of it. I opened my mouth wide. Standing over me, his feet on the floor, he started to get his cock into my mouth, pushing it in very slowly. I could feel it going further & further down my throat, making my throat swell down at my Adam's Apple, keeping going in until his balls were resting on my face. I let him draw his cock a little way back and thrust it down my throat time after time. He had hold of my left hand.
With my cock stiff, I got hold of it in my right hand, the one I always used to wank. The two of us went on like that, him with his cock down my throat, me wanking myself.
The first sign that his spunk was close was when I felt his balls tightening, lifting them off my face. Only a moment later, gripping my left hand even harder, his cock swelled & jerked at the back of my throat. I wasn't able to suck, but his spunk came bursting out, right down my throat, very warm. I couldn't tell how many bursts there were. It seemed to go on and on and still wanking myself, I felt my own spurting out on my belly and somewhere much further up. Gasping for breath, I waited until Angus drew his cock all the way out of my mouth.
I lay back down on the bed, with him lying alongside. The thing he did next was something I wasn't expecting. Starting at the top of my chest, he began licking mine off me, working his way down to where there was a pool of it in my belly-button. That tickled. He grinned up at me before getting his mouth on my cock, pulling my skin back and sucking it clean. Having only just spunked, my cock was sensitive, but he sucked it very gently before drawing my skin back down.
When he was licking it off my chest, some of mine had gone on my left nipple. Mine were small, but as he was licking it, it gave me a good feeling like nothing else. I said so to Angus. He went back to that nipple, running his tongue over it, then doing the same to my other one, making me wriggle about with excitement. He went on doing it, using his teeth just slightly. When I touched a nipple, it was sort of sticking out, not like it was before Angus did that and the same happened with my other one. "So, seems like I found something else to please you? Must remember that. Tell you what, won't forget how far down your throat I had my cock. Not sore there?" I wasn't sore, just amazed at how I'd had it so far down my throat.
Angus had licked most of my spunk off me, but some of it was still in the hair round my cock. Getting a couple of clean towels, we made for the shower, spending quite a while under the warm water. That let me give myself a good wash. Once we'd dried off, we went back to his bedroom, lying naked side by side for some time, talking about all kinds of stuff.
When his spunk came, it had gone right down my throat without hardly tasting it, but after we'd got some clothes on we went downstairs where Angus found us cans of cold soft drinks. To be honest about it, I didn't mind the taste of spunk, his or my own but I had the impression that Angus liked the taste a bit more than me, just because he was always keen to lick it off me when mine came when we were lying down somewhere for a wank.
Many years after all this, the thought crossed my mind that so much semen had been wasted, not only by Angus and me, but by all the teens wanking frantically the world over. (End)