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This is a very long tale. It unfolds over a good number of years. What is true, is true: what is not is otherwise. If you have trouble with the English educational system let me know.
ALADDIN'S AWAKENING
By
Joel
Chapter 27 (Continued)
I ushered him in explaining that both Ma and Pa had gone to the lab and they had said they wouldn't be home until lunch-time. Mike had a brown cardboard file which he gave me and I put it on Pa's desk in the study.
I found Mike had skipped church to bring the file so we went up to my room to have a chat. Mike was in a very happy mood.
"Getting rid of another sister!" he announced.
I looked at him quizzically.
"Yeah, next one's getting married in November, all being well. Told us last night. Marrying Eamonn's friend who was his best man."
I remembered the tall, thick-set Irish Guardsman. He was taller than Eamonn - well over six-feet.
"Big bloke," I said, trying desperately to think of the name of the next sister down.
Mike sniggered. "Yeah, Mum's a bit worried 'cause he's English but he is a Catholic so that makes up for it a bit!"
"Does it matter?" I asked.
"Does if you're Irish from Liverpool!" was his enigmatic reply.
"He seemed very nice," I said, from my very limited experience after he'd shaken my hand when he'd been introduced to Pa, Ma and me. I remembered his hearty grip and his bright blue eyes and his very polite way of talking to Ma and then Pa's discussion with him about him being in the Guards Rugby team with Eamonn.
"Bridget thinks so too!" he said, then laughed, "But I guess she wants what her sister's been getting because... I'm going to become an uncle!" He grinned, looking so pleased, then he clapped his hand over his mouth. He laughed again. "Shouldn't say things like that about getting it, should I? Especially to innocent young boys! But she's expecting and you need to have two for that!"
Cheek! Was I innocent? I suppose I was concerning some things. I really wanted to ask Mike what he knew about girls and getting what they wanted and I suppose he meant you need two people to make a baby. I did know that, but I thought I would ask him all about it another time. Anyway, I stuck my tongue out at him to show my displeasure at what he had just said, but what excited me more was whether or not I would have Mike with me for another weekend. I wasn't going to be disappointed because he just grinned at me again and continued.
"If all our crowd turn up again, which I don't doubt, do you think your Mum and Dad would have us all again?"
I nearly jumped up and hugged him. Of course Ma and Pa would have them to stay - and I could have Mike! Just thinking about it and my dick was swelling ominously. Red and sore - to hell with it - I needed a wank! And now!! But I couldn't jump on Mike like I could Tom or Nobbo. I had to be more circumspect!
"I should think so, you didn't destroy the place and your great-aunt didn't pull the wallpaper off the walls, though your family did get my father so drunk he didn't know how he got home," I said nonchalantly.
He leaned over and gave me a playful punch.
"Don't be disrespectful to your elders - and betters!" he said, "You need taming, not having any brothers or sisters to keep you in place!"
One bit of me did need taming and how I wished I had a brother to help tame it!
"Well," I said, with emphasis, "I haven't got any brothers or sisters for that matter. Would you like the chance to tame me?"
I leaned over and caught hold of his wrists and got him off-balance .
"Raaah," I went, with a passable imitation of a tiger, "I need taming!"
Next thing I knew I was upended and over the bed. Mike moved so fast and had me face down, arse in the air and both wrists held by one of his hands. He gave me three hefty whacks on the backside, two more than I had experienced from Billy the day before!
"You've got to be quicker and better than that to get me!" he said putting his mouth by my left ear. He stuck his tongue into it, causing my dick to twitch even more. How could I get out of this easily? I had a brainwave.
"Gosh, Mike, could you show me how you got me down so quickly?" I gasped out. "I want to know so I can help Tom get his brother down."
"You mean the two Buchanans?"
"Yeah. I told you once that poor old Tom can never get the better of Dunc and I daren't join in 'cause Dunc's bigger than both of us."
Mike laughed. "Come on then, I'll show you a few moves, shall I?"
He let go of me and I got up slowly in case I was attacked again.
"Come on, just get up and stand over there."
He indicated a spot about three feet from the end of the bed. I got up and he stood just behind me.
"Now, turn round quickly and get me round the waist, pull me round, hook your leg behind mine, put your shoulder into my chest and I'm down."
Wow, I did as I was told but my shoulder caught him in the stomach and he went down, winded! I fell on him and grabbed his wrists again and lay across him.
"Ouch!" he gasped, "You're a strong little bugger and quick."
I held him until he got his breath back. I dragged my body up and covered him, my rampant young dick now hard and vertical in my underpants.
Mike laughed. "You don't need to stab me with your weapon as well, you know!"
He wrenched his hands free and his arms encircled me until I was held tight against him.
"Now, try to get out like I showed you before."
I wriggled and turned and, as he was holding me tightly, I managed by hooking my leg again under his to pull him over until we were side by side and face to face.
"Good," he said, "Now breathe in and push your arms forward and then grab me."
I did that and gave an almighty heave which broke his grasp.
"Get your arm over my back, hold me down and grab my legs!"
He was obviously helping me but it was still a struggle, Mike seemed immensely strong, but my running had developed my thigh muscles and I slid my legs under and around him and gripped his legs as tightly as I could.
"Now, get my legs up and try to move over my back to hold me down more!"
I did that and realised if I could do this quickly then I had a chance of helping Tom wrestle his brother into a submissive pose. I then was very naughty and, freeing one hand, put it under him and gripped his balls and dick. Oh, ho, ho, he also had a hard-on just like me. His weapon was also erect!
"You crafty little bastard!" he whispered through clenched teeth, "Don't you dare squeeze or I'll have your knackers!"
"You and whose army?" I replied, running my hand up his not inconsiderable erection.
He was heaving with laughter but, with a couple of moves I didn't have time to analyse, he got me onto my back, straddling me and freeing my hand and holding it away from him to prevent me from causing him any damage.
"My Salvation Army!" he said, "I'm delivered from the sin of oppression!"
He flopped down on top of me covering me completely. I gasped as the breath was pressed out of me. He jumped up away from me, grabbed my arms and pulled me upright in two straight moves. Gosh he was powerful!
He grinned at me as I was still gasping. "You're quite strong, I could feel that when your legs went round me, but you've got to get a bit more muscle in your arms. I did a lot of lifting weights at the gym when I went there and that helps a lot. I'll tell you what, I've got some weights in my room I never use, you can borrow them and you and Tom can try them out. Then you and Tom should do a bit of practice wrestling together before you tackle Duncan. I know he's strong, he's tackled me playing Rugby!"
He gave me a gentle push and I was on my back again lying on the end of my bed. I glanced down and I could see my cock outlined in my trousers.
Mike saw my glance and pointed. "It doesn't take much to turn you on, does it?"
"Nor you!" I responded.
"I know, it always happens when Bernie and I have a wrestle."
In for a penny, in for a pound!
"What do you do then?" I said in my best little-boy inquisitive mode.
"What you want to do now, eh?"
He had the biggest grin on his face as he stood up and helped me to my feet. I didn't need any more prompting.
"Whuuh!" I said, "I feel hot and sweaty now, need to cool down."
What an excuse to get my clothes off! I was down to my underpants before Mike had a chance to take his tie off, but we were soon face to face, erections ready for action.
"Crumbs, Jacko, you've even grown since Easter," he said, reaching out and running his fingers along my shaft , "I'd better watch it or you'll be beating me!"
That I doubted. His circumcised erection reared up and passed his navel. It made even Matt's look puny. It must be close on eight inches now and looked quite thick.
He saw me staring at it. "Mine's finished growing," he said, "Bernie's been carefully measuring it since Christmas and it hasn't changed. Your's is getting bigger fast, isn't it?"
I nodded. "And what about Bernie?" I queried, ever inquisitive about such intimate things.
"He's added about half an inch since last September but it's slowing down now."
"How old is he?" I asked.
"Oh, he'll be eighteen in September this year, he's three months older than me."
"Oh, Billy Clarke's eighteen now and he's seven inches."
"So is Bernie.... and how do you know about Billy?"
"Saw it yesterday," I confessed, thinking if I was a Catholic I would have a lot to confess about.
Mike's eyebrows raised. "And...?" he inquired.
"Um......" I replied hesitantly, not knowing whether to deal with Mike as I had dealt with Billy. "Like this..." I'd made my mind up. I dropped to my knees and guided his bare knob between my lips. I licked the underside which made him groan but before I could take any more of his considerable length he put a restraining hand on my head.
"No, ...wait, Jacko, let's get on the bed."
He steered me to the side of the bed. We lay down as I had yesterday with Nobbo and Billy, our mouths seeking each other's cocks. I felt Mike push my still rather tender foreskin down, then his tongue touched that little string of skin attaching it to my knob and I knew I wouldn't last very long. But, he was so gentle and I matched him with delicate strokes of my tongue until we were both lost in our pleasuring of each other. In the end our heads were bobbing in unanimity and, although I couldn't stop myself, I felt myself pressing further and faster into his mouth as my spunk began it's journey from deep within.
Mike also began to hasten his movements between my lips. I couldn't take a great deal of his prick in but held it tight with my lips. I couldn't contain myself any longer and my climax began. I felt the pulsation as each release of spunk left my knob end. I could hear Mike desperately swallowing my load, then his floodgates were opened and my mouth was filled with his outpourings. I swallowed as much as I could but there was still quite an amount in my mouth as he pulled his cock out. We swivelled up and round and locked our lips and exchanged each other's spunk with probing and darting tongues. We lay breathing deeply for a few minutes before we rolled apart.
"Gosh, Jacko," he murmured, "I've practised enough with Bernie but you make it even better!"
I was learning a lot this morning. I hadn't realised what and how much he and Bernie did together. I had also had a terrific experience as well. Mike had coaxed my spunk out of me and the release was so intense I couldn't put it into words. I was so drained I could have dropped off to sleep immediately.
"Come on then, Jacko, better get up and dressed before anyone comes home!"
I rolled off the bed and went to the sink and turned on the hot tap. I needed to have a quick wash as I could smell my own sweaty body. Mike joined me at the sink and picked up my flannel and rubbed soap on it.
"Hold still and I'll give you a quick wash."
He wiped the flannel over my face and then made me put my arms up as he rubbed under my arms.
"Getting quite the grown-up little boy now," he said grinning at my reflection in the mirror above the sink, "Look at his little tufts of hair!"
Little they were, not like his bushy outgrowths, I had still a long way to go. He wiped the flannel down to my midriff.
"Shall I wash you down there as well, sir?" he said in the sing-song voice of Mrs Mopp on the Tommy Handley show.
I laughed. "As long as you do it gently."
I grabbed the towel by the sink and dried my face and under my arms as he delicately lathered my bush and drooping cock. I was now tall enough to get my cock and balls over the edge of the sink so I leaned forward as he wrung out the flannel then rinsed the soapy lather away. I wiped myself with the towel.
"Thank you, Jeeves," I said in my best, posh voice, "Now it's my turn to wash you."
He stood against the sink and flopped his length over the surround and I reached up and to his face and arms and gave him the same treatment. I then held his long cock and stretched it a bit as I rubbed the flannel over it. What got me was that he allowed me to touch his bare knob end. I knew that I had to wash mine very carefully as it was so sensitive to touch it. Mike had explained to me before that this was due to having a foreskin and although his knob was still sensitive it wasn't as vulnerable to handling as mine.
He dried himself off, thanked me, then slapped my bottom again and said we must get dressed. Then we went downstairs and Mike asked to hear me play. I went through quite a bit of my repertoire and felt I was playing very well. I was relaxed, not pent up as I was sometimes when the piece seemed too difficult for me to get my fingers round. I nearly burst out laughing at that thought. My fingers had to stretch the day before to get round a piece and today I had stretched my lips to take in another piece.
When I finished playing Mike remarked that I seemed very happy and he really enjoyed what I had played and the way I had played it. I knew why, but didn't tell him!
Mike was just saying he'd better go as my parents would be back as they arrived home. He was invited to a `scratch' lunch as Ma called it and stayed and everyone seemed very happy and contented. Pa had to go up and pack ready to catch the 3 o'clock train to London and Mike said he'd better get home but waited and walked off with Pa as his house was in the direction of the station. As soon as they had gone Ma said she would have a nap and I trundled off up to my bedroom.
I was very happy, but in a great whirl. I had sucked off three of my best friends over the past twenty-four hours and been sucked off in return. All during lunch, every time I looked at Mike, my unruly cock started to harden again. I managed to keep it under control by concentrating on eating which, of course, produced remarks from Mike about my capacity for food and made me switch my concentration to him so reinforcing the cycle.
I lay on my bed undid my flies and pulled my trousers and underpants down, put my towel over my front and very slowly gave myself a wonderful wank thinking of Nobbo, Billy and Mike. I had to do it slowly as my foreskin was still a bit sore but the intensity when I came was so overwhelming. I missed the towel with most of my output as it hit me squarely under the chin and some splashed onto my face. I had been moving my head from side to side as the massive throbbing below the shaft of my prick signalled the beginning of my orgasm so the spray of come hit me on both cheeks. I lay still with my eyes shut, breathing heavily and revelling in the feelings I had just experienced.
I must have lain like that for some time as the spunk on my face and neck was nearly dry when I shifted myself. My dick had shrivelled and, again, I looked at it in amazement as I contemplated the difference in size it became when rampant and engorged with blood. I grinned to myself as my fingers wandered to it and lifted the shrunken and still sticky appendage. I really didn't have any control, I thought. I didn't, it stiffened, a bit more slowly this time, but about twenty minutes later another wave of deep-seated pulsations hit me and I almost cried out as my hand raced up and down my shaft dragging my foreskin down harder and harder until in synchronisation with three mighty pulls three mighty squirts of spunk jetted out of my slit and landed in and around my open mouth.
My prick was now really sore as I lay there gasping. Fuck me! I don't think I'd ever had three such mighty comes in the course of one day before! And, the day was not yet finished. I grabbed my towel and mopped my face and neck and after getting my breath back crept over to the sink and rinsed my face and upper body with hot water. Gosh, if Matt was wanking five times on a Sunday with that huge tool of his I wondered if he was having such tremendous orgasms as I was getting?
I got dressed again and went downstairs. Ma was up and reading a book.
My wank-tired brain was then bombarded with a series of questions in French and then German but, underneath, I secretly enjoyed the process as I knew I was getting better and better with my knowledge and understanding of both languages.
After tea we went our separate ways again. I still had some homework to do and Ma said she had to read some notes for the next day at work. It seemed rather quiet without Pa even though he'd only been gone a few hours. I thought again about my friends whose dads were away all the time because of the War. Still, most of them had brothers and sisters, even if they were like Matt and didn't get on too well with their sibling.
I listened to the wireless and went to bed quite early and I didn't even want another wank. I just slept.
I was wide awake early, too. I looked at my watch and found it was just past six o'clock. My three orgasms the day before had made no difference to my morning stamina. I almost leapt out of bed, quickly donned my running togs and slipped quietly down the stairs and unlocked the back door silently so as not to wake up Ma.
It was a crisp morning and I thought that like last week I would do the new, longer route, taking in what I now knew was called Cathedral Drive. Or, Henry Gale's Drive as I thought of it. Of course at this time in the morning there was no one around, and, as I hadn't bothered to have a piss before I left home I wanted one as I lumbered up the rise towards that road, I turned off into a little spinney of trees for some shelter, stopped, drew my prick out of the leg of my shorts and liberally watered a couple of bushes. I peered at my prick as I held it and realised, like Matt, I had worn a hole in the skin. I had almost yelped when my fingers had circled my knob end because as I pulled down my foreskin so I could direct the flow I had touched the sore spot. Oh God, I would have to be careful when I wanted a wank. At least the soft fabric of the pouch of my jockstrap didn't chafe it, so carefully positioning it back in I set off again. I really liked running and did even more than usual today and arrived back home without seeing Tom.
School was the usual race against time for me. I was day-dreaming about Mike and his cock and him sucking mine when Van's loud Welsh voice brought me to my senses. He had asked Danny Ross a question in French and Danny had floundered. My name was called and almost automatically I had answered. Van was not convinced with my attentiveness. "Dormez-vous? Eh?" He had been explained a few days previously about tu-toyer' and the gradations of social niceness in the use of tu' and vous'. I was definitely vous' today! I didn't get a chance to answer as he was off like a whirlwind jabbering away in French to at least three others nearer the front who looked quite bemused. Matt, sitting next to me, was grinning and nodding. I realised he and I were probably the only two in the class who could understand every word Van was uttering.
I was right as far as Matt was concerned. Van turned to him and asked him three rapid questions, all of which Matt answered fluently without his old hesitancy. Van beamed at him and then asked the whole class the same questions, but much more slowly. Then, quite a few hands went up and there were creditable attempts at answers. None as good as Matt, though. I felt really proud of my friend.
Mrs Tring seemed fairly relaxed about my playing. She said I was playing with more soul, whatever that meant. I was enjoying playing these more difficult pieces because I could feel my fingers doing things and I was hearing things I was producing which were quite, quite, enthralling. I didn't know how to tell her this but I was determined to succeed and get a good mark in the next exam. I also thought I would try to talk to Mike about how I felt.
At St John's that evening the three of us were issued with pouches of First Aid equipment for the Empire Day Parade on Wednesday. The portly gentleman was there and I found out he was high up in the City Council offices and did St John's as a hobby but would never take a rank. He waddled over to us and said he would be attending the Parade as the Mayor would be there so he hoped we wouldn't let the side down.
I examined my dick carefully in bed that evening. The soreness was going but there was a small sticky tear which I was careful not to touch as I gently pulled my foreskin back and my prick began to stiffen. I switched the light out, then arranged the pillows so my head was held up a bit. I pushed the bed clothes down to my knees so when I came my spunk shot up onto my chest with a few drops going even further up into my open mouth. I licked my lips and thought of the taste of my cum compared with my friends. I decided I liked the taste of them all so far. I was getting quite drowsy as I held my subsiding cock and almost fell asleep before I wiped myself down and covered myself. I drifted off to slumber thinking what it would be like to have a brother so we could taste each other's.............
Tuesday May 30th 1944
Tuesday's run was uneventful. I was a bit later in starting so helped Tom with his last two roads. He said he'd arranged with another of the lads to do his round as well while we were at Ulvescott. I had almost forgotten about that and, of course, I wouldn't have Matt as a companion but good old faithful Tom instead.
After school that afternoon Danny Ross sidled up to me and asked if I would help him with his bloody French homework, as he put it. He grinned and said he wanted me to go through the irregular verbs Van had been throwing at us and he hoped it wouldn't take long. I agreed and we set off for his house. He lived some way from the school but I knew there was a quick route back to where I lived as I realised his house was in a road almost parallel with the notorious Cathedral Drive.
As we cycled along we chatted about school and our school mates. He said he was quite surprised how good Matt was at French and I explained Ma had helped him but I kept quiet about the visits to Ulvescott. I said Tony and Roo had also joined in but had been spectactularly silent in today's lesson. He said he'd been at the flicks on Saturday and had seen me and Nobbo sitting in the `posh' seats as he called them. I said it was to get away from the noisy lot near the front. He laughed and said there were a whole bunch of Cadets with him and they were the ones making the noise.
His house was semi-detached so wasn't as big as ours but he had a bedroom to himself. He said there was just him and his parents and a slightly older sister at home now but he did have an older brother who was away somewhere in the Army. I said there was just me but Matt had an older sister who made his life hell. Danny grinned and said his sister was OK as long as he kept out of the way when she brought her boyfriends home. I said I wanted a pee so I went along to the bathroom and had a leisurely piss. On returning to his room I found Danny doing my usual thing - changing from his school uniform into more comfortable clothes.
"Gosh, Danny," I said, "Your legs are almost as hairy as Matt's."
He stood up and turned round. I had seen the rather furry backs of his thighs as he was kicking his trousers off over his school shoes. Why he didn't take his shoes off first I didn't know. Stupid boy! He was a bit red in the face but grinned again.
"I am fifteen and a half you know," he said with pride. "You're still very young aren't you?"
I stuck my tongue out in reply.
"And I've got plenty of hair in other places as well!" he said.
He pulled off his school pullover and undid the buttons on his shirt and pulled that over his head. As he raised his arms I could see substantial black tufts under each arm. More than I had. He threw the shirt down on the bed and assumed a body-builder's pose standing just in his underpants showing off his hairy armpits. He then did the wrong thing. He turned to give me a back view and made the pose again. I stepped forward, put my thumbs down the elasticated waist of his pants at his hips and flipped them down to his knees.
He turned back round to face me. I got a good look at his black bush and stubby cock.
"Not too much down there," I said before he had a chance to say anything. "Have a look at this."
I undid my flies rapidly and drew down my pants so my more lengthier cock flopped out. I quickly shed my jacket, and my jersey and shirt came off in one go. I kicked off my shoes and in a moment or two my trousers and pants were off and Danny was confronted with a rapidly rising tool.
"Christ, Jacko," he whispered, "I wondered how I'd get this far!"
I grinned at him and told him to take his shoes off and we could compare a bit further. He did this and we stood facing each other, two nude lads with great grins on our faces.
He was several inches taller than me and quite a bit broader but I noticed he had rather spindly legs although he had very well-developed calves. I also noticed there was a generous sprinkling of hair on his thighs and shins.
My dick was now at full mast and his was rising too. His was not as long as mine, I was glad to note, but it was thicker.
"Are you in that competition?" he asked.
I shook my head and grinned. "No, ...but I've only four to go in the class, including you!"
He laughed. "I heard that Tony and Roo had their totals. But we've kept it to the Cadets."
"Even Henry Gale?" I asked, remembering the conversations with Greg and George.
"Oh, God, no!" he exclaimed, "He's a mean sod when he's roused. No, I mean all those in our form and in 4S." He paused. "And a few more," he added, then paused, "Greg and George, you know!"
Oh, so he'd heard about the Wednesday runs.
"Yeah," he continued, "I help out with deliveries at Georgie's dad's shop on a Saturday morning and Georgie told me about you going for a run with him and Greg."
"Oh," I said, "And what did he say?"
He stepped forward until we were almost touching and put his hand on my cock.
"You did the same as Georgie and I do Saturday mornings and Sundays after the Cycle Club run!"
Oh yes! Come to think of it I'd seen a posse of riders several times riding past our house on Sunday mornings but hadn't taken much note of who was involved. I supposed his muscly calves were the result of long cycle rides. I would have to find out more another time.
However, not to be outdone in the handling stakes I slipped my fingers round his thick, stubby cock.
"Can I do it to you first?" he asked
I gripped his cock. "Unnh..." he said breathily as his prick got even harder in my fist, but I wanted it badly so I let go of his rod and stepped back. He released my dick as well and fished under the bed and drew out a bit of old towel. He chucked it on the floor about two feet away from us. He was in for a surprise!
He positioned himself just behind me and carefully drew my foreskin down and massaged the underside of my prick. He was very expert because I felt myself lean back involuntarily and I clenched my teeth as massive jolts started to pulse in my groin straight away. He held my cock fairly loosely with the palm of his hand rubbing the underside of my shaft as his fingers and thumb squeezed and clenched as he moved his hand up and down. What gave me further jolts was that he rubbed his thumb on each stroke on my very, very sensitive knob-end. He could only have been wanking me for a couple of minutes before I gave an almighty gasp and my usual fountain of cum erupted most generously. He gripped my shaft really tightly as the spunk went way over the towel and spattered all over his bed and hitting the wall against which the bed was placed.
"Oh, fucking hell!" he exclaimed, "Bloody Georgie said you shot plenty!
I've never seen as much as that."
I was too much out of breath to comment straight away but just leaned against him gasping. In the end I got my breath back and explained it was always like that and I was sorry about his bed and the wall. I bent down to pick up the towel and staggered a bit. That had been one hell of an orgasm and I was weak at the knees. My cock obviously thrived on having a variety of handlers. I managed to pick up the towel and dabbed carefully at the three spots of come on the wallpaper. Luckily just three small damp patches remained.
I turned to him. "Your turn now."
He pointed at the floor where he had placed the towel originally. I then proceeded to wank him trying to copy his technique. His foreskin was tighter than mine and I had to pull quite hard to make his knob pop out from its confining skin. Once out I pulled back and forth steadily for about the same time it had taken him to bring me to a climax. He was also leaning back and wriggling his buttocks quite a lot just before I sensed he was coming. His thigh muscles were twitching and his hips suddenly jerked forward as his first spurts occurred. There was an amount of spunk, thicker and creamier than mine but the five squirts that occurred hit the towel squarely - it was clear it was the usual distance for his efforts. After the final squirt a dribble of thick cum hung from his slit. I slipped a finger under it and caught it before it dropped. He grinned as I put it to his lips and he licked it a bit. He nodded to me and I tasted his cum as well. It was remarkably sweet tasting.
"I never tasted yours," he said, "Georgie and I always try each others.
He says mine is sugary."
"Yeah," I said, "Matt's and mine have a more salty taste."
We sat down on the side of his bed and he cupped his hand under my balls. He then proceeded to tell me that he and Georgie had been doing it together for over two years. It all started when he was just over thirteen. He wanted a job on Saturday mornings to get some pocket-money and went down to Georgie's father's shop and was taken on as a general errand boy to help Georgie. He and Georgie had to spend a lot of time in the basement of the shop getting stock out of boxes and putting implements together ready for the shop. One morning he had cheeked Georgie and had been grabbed and wrestled down and then Georgie had undone his shorts and pulled them and his pants down, turned him over and smacked his bum.
Georgie wouldn't let him up until he apologised and he said he wouldn't so Georgie put a hand over his mouth and tickled him. As he kicked around in response his shorts and pants came off and when Georgie noticed this he started to run a hand up and down between his thighs. Of course, then Georgie started to tickle his balls and tease him about only having a wisp of hair above his cock. He said Georgie wanted to know if he played with himself and he said he didn't know what he meant. He then told me he knew exactly what Georgie meant as his elder brother - five years older than him - had wanked himself off each night in bed beside Danny from when he was about fourteen until he went off to join the Army two years ago. He had sworn Danny to secrecy and, like me and Alun, Danny had found out by asking what he was doing one night.
Anyway, to cut a long story short, Danny had wriggled a hand free and shoved it up the leg of Georgie's shorts and held on to the hard-on he found there. Georgie then relaxed his hold and knelt over Danny while Danny got his cock out of his shorts and wanked him off. It became a weekly ritual. He would wank Georgie then Georgie would wank him, but of course, at that time he didn't make any spunk so he said it was a marvellous day when while Georgie was just about to give up on him he began to squirt and they hadn't stopped since.
I laughed and told him about Alun and me and also just mentioned that Matt, Tony and Roo were also wank-buddies. He nodded and said he knew as when both Tony and Roo had done it with him they had said about me. Oh crumbs, I thought, I hadn't better say about Tom, or Mike, or Billy, or..... My reverie was broken by Danny moving closer and running his fingers up my re-erected shaft.
"Want me to show you what we do sometimes?" he asked
"Mmh," was my only response as he lowered his head to take my knob end straight into his mouth. I put my hands on his head.
"I'll do it to you as well, let's move round."
We rearranged ourselves and set to, gently sucking on each other's cocks. Our heads were bobbing in rhythm and I thought to myself this was the fourth time since Saturday I'd experienced this wonderful way of giving and getting pleasure. I didn't think much more as I was gradually getting lost in a kaleidoscopic mix of very intense feelings. We sucked and licked steadily for quite a while until I knew I couldn't hold on any longer. I flooded his tonsils with several spurts of my come and then my mouth was filled with his nectar. It was nectar. It was strangely sweet, no aftertaste of that sharpness I had experienced with all my other spunk partners. We let each other's cocks drop from our mouths after a final lick which, for me, was so intense it was almost painful. We slid up together and tongued each other's mouths and shared the remains of each other's spunk.
After a while we grinned at each other and I was about to say it was my fourth occasion since Saturday but was beaten by Danny.
"Did you like that?" he asked, "Georgie goes mad when I do it to him. He says he loves the taste of my spunk. Yours tastes very much like his."
"Yours is very sweet," I said, "I've never had any like it before."
Oh, fuck! The cat was out of the bag!
Danny smiled.
"I thought you'd done it before - no teeth!" he said, "Who've you done it with like that?"
I judged it may not be politic to name the whole list so I just said Matt and Nobbo.
"What about Tony and Roo?"
He obviously knew more. I nodded.
He laughed. "Yeah, they said so when we did it like that as well."
Crafty sods! I didn't know who else they'd sucked off. Wait until I see them, I thought.
We moved apart and stood up. Our sticky, drooping dicks were now quite sated. I picked up the towel and rubbed my dick - first of all making sure my foreskin was over my very sensitive knob. He did the same and we got dressed. I looked at my watch.
"What about the French irregular verbs," I asked.
"Fuck 'em! I can cope with those OK I think," he said, "I just wanted an irregular excuse to see what you were made of!"
"Satisfied?" I asked, "Perhaps, battre, battant, battu, je bats!!
"Of course," he laughed, "And you? To come? Venir, venant, venu, je viens!"
What could I say. I hugged him and said anytime when Georgie or my friends weren't available. He laughed again and said that I still had the three Johns to conquer but he knew that wouldn't be difficult and it would be soon. Were things planned? I didn't ask. I looked at my watch again. It was getting on for six o'clock so I said I'd better be off and I would see him next day all in our uniforms for the Empire Day parade..
Crumbs, I thought in bed that night, four beautiful cums with my friends since Saturday. How I wished I could suck myself off because I thought that was the most intense way to achieve the most jubilant ending! But 'to beat', or maybe, 'to milk', traire, trayant, trait, je trais! I couldn't suck myself, 'je ne se tete pas', but my hand brought me to another, almost as wonderful, conclusion before I dropped off into a deep sleep.
To Be Continued: