Easter Rugger Tours

(mast/oral/anal)

Usual Disclaimer: If you are not of an age to read this because of the laws of your country or district please desist. If you are a bigot or prod-nosed fundamentalist of any persuasion find your monkey-spanking literature elsewhere and keep your predilections and opinions to yourself. Everyone else welcome and comments more than welcome. What follows is a fictionalised account of what might have happened.....in several instalments.......

Easter Rugger Tours - Before and After (-04)

By Joel

Chapter Five: Continued:

Monday morning I woke up very early with Paul beside me snoring gently. I woke him gently by lifting the covers and taking his half erect cock into my mouth. It wasn't long before we celebrated the dawn together by sixty-nining and both coming most copiously considering all the outpourings over the weekend. I got up, showered and went off to school. Paul promised to clear the place up and get some supper ready.

I had a couple of lessons with Dr Jackson who said to me after the second one that I had a particular flair for maths and he would coach me specially for the Cambridge Entrance exams. This pleased me mightily because I knew I liked maths and could see solutions even if I didn't, at present, have enough techniques to reach them. Other things happened that day too. Billy and the other prop, with their battered visages, were objects of fear and wonderment to the younger boys. In fact, Billy was doing his Prefectural patrol and found two Third Years tormenting a small, rotund, First Year at the back of the cricket pavilion. He told me he did a Jamie', telling the youngster to scoot and fixing the two miscreants with a menacing stare. He did more than a Jamie' because he told them first to bend over and administered four hefty whacks to their behinds, which he said not only brought tears to their eyes but it stung his hands as well. He then told them to appear in rugger kit the next afternoon outside the Junior changing-rooms with the Junior XV which he would be coaching. He said the two lads went off clutching their behinds and quaking.

When I arrived home after school I opened the back door and went through into the kitchen. There was Paul, with one of my mother's aprons on and nothing else, just putting the finishing touches to a great pot of stew. I was commanded to go and make myself comfortable and tea would be ready when I came down. I went upstairs, had a pee, and took off my school clothes completely and just slipped on a rather out-grown pair of running shorts. I had to tug the leg down a bit as the tip of my dick was peeping out. What did impress me was that the bathroom and bedroom were spotless. In fact, when I looked in the linen cupboard there were the bed-sheets we used for our togas all freshly washed, dried and ironed. I went downstairs to be greeted by Paul with a big hug and kiss and a pot of tea and sandwiches. I thanked him for what he had done and said, jokingly, he'd make someone a good wife. He then went serious and said if I offered he wouldn't mind. We couldn't drink our tea quickly enough before we were up in our bedroom with me fucking him slowly and sensuously while he held my head and probed my mouth with his very prehensile tongue. After I had come and rested a very short I sucked him off for the second time that day. We lay together and talked about my day at school and Billy's encounter and I knew we could live together when the time came. I then had to stir my stumps as I had to get to Scouts. As I went out of the door all dressed up in my uniform I promised Paul I wouldn't be long as I was looking forward to my supper. He winked and said "Wait for the dessert!"

Skip wasn't going to be around to take the troop through the evening programme so I, Gerry and a couple of the other Senior Scouts had been deputed to see everything ran smoothly. I was sitting entering some of the test results when one of the Patrol Leaders, Terry Finch, one of the First Year Sixth at our school, came up with a grin on his face.

"Hey, Jamie, I've got a couple of thugs in my lot who are just about shitting themselves with fright over what Billy Hall has in store for them."

I looked over to where his patrol were busy getting on with some activity except for two who were looking at us rather furtively. They were two of the bigger lads in his patrol and I guessed they were the pair Billy had chastised earlier in the day. I said I knew about them and Billy was going to make them sweat a bit during the Junior XV's rugger practice the next day.

"Tell 'em I know about them," I said, "And tell 'em I'll be there so they won't be hurt... too much!"

Terry grinned and went back to the corner of room. There was a hurried consultation and the pair came over to me with rather hang-dog expressions.

"I hear you weren't being very good Scouts today....," I started to say, but one blurted out, "We're ever so sorry, what will he do to us?"

"I hear you had your bottoms spanked," I said with a grin.

They both blushed and for two lads of their size they looked quite crestfallen.

"Don't worry too much, you'll get chased round the pitch a bit, I'd think. But, tell me what you were doing."

The bigger one bit his lip and went silent but the other looked at him, then me, and said "If I tell you, you won't say, will you?"

"Of course not," I said, "But I bet I could guess in less than two goes...."

I remembered the pair being discussed after the last summer camp was over. The story I'd heard was they out-wanked the rest in their tent.

"Did that young lad catch you at anything?" I asked.

The bigger one blushed even more but nodded and said that it wasn't all their fault. Apparently, the First Year lad had seen them in the bogs having a wank side by side in a cubicle and had threatened to tell on them. So they had waylaid him and were about to give him a good going over when Billy arrived. I said they'd better keep their hands to themselves in the future in more ways than one and, especially, not in public view in the bogs. I also said they'd better get the lad to join the Troop and get him on their side. They did have the grace to grin at that and both said `thanks' and went back to their Patrol group. I gave Terry the thumbs up sign nd mentally noted to tell him and Billy of what had actually happened. By eight o'clock hunger was getting the better of me so I got the other Seniors to finish off the evening and lock up and went off home.

I changed back to the running shorts as soon as I got in and as soon as I was downstairs Paul served up the stew. He was a bloody good cook. We had a couple of platefuls each and as we ate I told him the story of Billy and the boys and their antics. Paul said that more gallons of spunk must have been off-loaded in those cubicles over the last hundred years since the school was built than anywhere else on earth! I couldn't disagree as I'd shot off, behind a locked door, a good few times myself. As I still had to do my homework I sloped off upstairs leaving Paul to clear up and wash up. I felt very relaxed and Dr Jackson's problems he had set me just solved themselves. I was blissfully happy. I remembered that Paul said there was dessert. There was, Paul came up silently behind me as I wrote down the last answer. He gently turned my head and placed his half-limp cock against my lips. I needed no more bidding. My vitamin rich dessert was shot straight down my throat within a few minutes. I slipped off my shorts and guided Paul over to our bed. That night I fucked Paul twice more and he came twice more as well. Four times that day; was the rest of the week going to be the same? It was. My parents were due back on Sunday and each day until then Paul and I celebrated our love for each other four times. Gerry, Kish and Billy didn't get a look in, not at least until Saturday!

Next morning in the Sixth Form room after break I told Billy what I'd found out the night before. He grinned and said he'd give the pair a good runaround after school during the practice.

"Huh, but I'll get that little fat fucker on Friday. Podger has an away match on Saturday so he's leaving early Friday afternoon so he's got me and Georgie to help with the First Year games that afternoon. Can't have him interfering with youthful pleasures, can we?" he said with a twinkle in his eyes under the now turning green colouration around them.

He did give them a good runaround, they were in the scrum, on the wing and being chased by him and Kish all the way. They were loving it from the looks on their faces. I rescued them with the last quarter of an hour to go and got them with Tony Smye and Pete Mee to do goal kicks. I noted that both Pete and Tony were good goal kickers but the two young `uns tried their best. As we walked back to the changing room I said I hoped they hadn't been too overworked. Both grinned at me and the smaller of the pair said he was very happy. I waited for Billy and Kish and we went into the Junior changing room and stripped off to have our showers. This gave me the opportunity to check on Pete and Tony who I noticed were developing fast. Their young cocks were now much longer and thicker than a few months ago and their bushes were now quite curly. The other two youngsters were a bit slow in stripping off and I saw them taking stealthy looks at the older lads and their possessions. As soon as Billy had cast his kit off he herded the pair under a shower and I joined him. It was rather like the Smye and Mee episode except when I looked down at their thirteen-year old cocks I saw they were both much more developed than I'd been at that age. No wonder they were ardent wankers. I saw Billy appraising them as well.

As he turned the shower on he said in his gruff voice, "The pair of you did very well and you can join in every week if you want to. D'you agree Jamie?"

I said they could and I hoped they would.

Billy cuffed them both lightly on the back of the head, "But keep your activities until you get home in future."

They both went bright red and the smaller one sniggered and put a hand out and tweaked the taller one's cock.

"He wants it all the time," he said above the rushing of the water.

With that the taller one blushed even more and started to get a hardon. He couldn't escape as Billy and I were hemming him in.

Billy laughed, "Just like I was at their age, eh, Jamie?"

I nodded, almost helpless with laughter. As the hot water cascaded down the kid's tool lengthened and hardened until it was upright against his belly. He tried to cover it with his hand but I put my hand down and pulled his hand away.

"Scout's motto, `Be Prepared', eh?"

Poor kid he was red from the neck upwards while his pal giggled.

"You'd better take him home and deal with that," said Billy, "Get his towel for him."

The smaller kid squeezed past us and Billy put his hand down and stretched his fingers against the other lad's erection.

He held up his fingers, "Five inches I would say, wouldn't you Jamie? Got a bit to go yet, I would think."

For a Third Year with five inches and still growing he was likely to end up with a whopper. The smaller lad returned and held up a towel. We let the kid get past us and as he did so his stiff tool brushed my leg.

"Watch it, lad," I said, "Nearly had my eye out then!"

The smaller one laughed and handed him the towel which he hastily wrapped round him. Billy and I finished showering and stepped out, dripping. The younger lad stood there, his cock slightly raised, and handed us our towels.

"I'll see to him," he said, "He's just a bit shy."

"Not what I heard about last year's camp," I said taking my towel from him.

"Not with kid's our age," he said, "But he's scared of you two."

"You're not?" I asked.

"No, not now," he replied with a cheeky grin, "Anyway I've heard about you from my brother."

The penny dropped. Of course, this was Georgie Thomas's young brother; Georgie my wanking partner of years before.

"Georgie Thomas's brother," I said.

"Yes, I'm Ray. He told me all about you and the Scouts that's why I joined."

"What about him?" I asked, pointing to the hunched over figure trying to dry himself without showing off his rigid rod.

"Oh, he lives down the road from us, his name is Tony Speers."

"And his brother is Andrew Speers?" I asked, remembering another wank-buddy of the same era as Georgie.

The kid nodded vigorously. "He says his brother knows you as well."

So my past was catching up. Billy and I dried ourselves and saw the two youngsters deep in discussion. In the end they both came up, the taller one's dick now drooping.

"Can we really come to practice every week?" the smaller one asked.

Billy and I eyed them up and down.

"Just as long as you practice other things elsewhere," said Billy very solemnly.

They both grinned and turned, their young dicks flopping against their thighs. Billy put up a foot and toed them both right in their arse cracks.

"You're a pair of cheeky buggers," he said to no one in particular as they skipped away to their piles of clothes.

"You've made a conquest there, Billy boy," I said putting a hand down and flicking his thick shaft lightly.

Gerry commented on Thursday morning that I had a smile on my face like the cat who'd had cream. I explained that I was getting plenty of cream, Paul's, and he and the others weren't to worry if they thought I was neglecting them because Paul would be going back to Cambridge soon. Gerry said that it was obvious at the weekend we were more than just good friends and he felt the same about Charley. I was thinking about Gerry's little confession and also about Paul and me all day Thursday, even Dr Jackson had to ask me if I was thinking about other things when he asked me a maths question. I just nodded and tried hard to erase Paul from my thoughts while I tried a rather difficult differential equation.

That afternoon we had our usual First XV practice after school. I really let myself go and Kish and I had a great time. I also practised lots of goal-kicks and Tony Smye and Peter Mee ran around collecting the ball each time. I patted them both on their backs and thanked them as we ran off the pitch into the changing room. I realised all the exercise had made me particularly horny so I didn't bother to change but just bundled my clothes into my duffel bag with my school books and cycled back to home and Paul. He raised his eyebrows as I burst in the back door but followed me upstairs closely. As I stood in the middle of our room he stripped off my rugger kit and with me still all sweaty and muddy pushed me onto the bed and proceeded to kiss then suck me. He stripped off as he was sucking then lay on his back on the bed and I got between his legs and after lubricating him thoroughly with spit I fucked him slowly and sensuously as if for the first time.

I whispered in his ear as I felt my balls contract and the subterranean pulsing start, "I'm going to come gallons."

The next few moments I was absolutely lost in sensations. I thrust as deep as I could, his hips bucked and he shot a stream of hot cum up his chest hitting himself under the chin. Within seconds I came too with thrust after thrust and grunt after grunt, deep, deep within him. We held on to each other tightly, my chest glued to his with his outpouring of spunk and my still hard shaft in as far as it would go.

"Do it again, very slowly," he whispered.

He moved his legs until they were gripping my back and I moved back and forth almost imperceptibly. I shagged him slowly like this for over twenty minutes until I felt a second even more fierce building up of tension beneath my balls. I shot again, gush upon gush, even deeper than before as I felt my lengthy tool expand even more.

"I felt that'" he whispered, "Just keep in there."

I moved my arms up until I had them round his neck and we moved until we were on our sides still facing other. I licked his lips and then gently ran my tongue all over his face, into his eyes, behind his ears. He erupted a second time and I felt his hot fluid running down my chest.

"Stay there," he whispered again.

We dozed for about an hour until he whispered, "I want it again."

This time my outpouring of spunk took less than ten minutes of slow urging in his depths. We slept rather than dozed after that and it was nearly eight o'clock when he whispered to me to wake up as supper would be ready as soon as we had bathed and got dressed. I was quite exhausted but so happy and Paul seemed to be so alive after that most intense bout of love- making. As I lay on the bed and thought about the two of us he went to the bathroom and then down to the kitchen.

My reverie was broken by the insistent ringing of the 'phone. I rushed downstairs, in the nude, covered with dried spunk and smelling of sex. It was my elder sister wanting to know if I was OK and not starving. I must have sounded very happy as she wanted to know what I was doing. I explained that Paul was looking after me very well and he was just cooking some supper. "You sound like an old married couple," she said. I nearly told her I wished we were but just laughed and said it was nice to come home from school and be looked after just as Mum does.

"It's a bit late for supper, isn't it?" she queried.

I had to explain hastily I had been helping out with the Junior XV practice and so had been late home, etc., etc.. This seemed to satisfy her but I knew that at some time I would have to tell her a bit more and I hoped she would understand. I was still talking and just saying my goodbyes when Paul came up and stood behind me and kissed my shoulder. As I put the 'phone down he said I stunk like a rutting stag and supper was nearly ready.

I rushed upstairs and washed quickly and returned just in my running shorts.

"Bloody sexy bugger, you are," he grumbled good-naturedly as I plonked myself down at the dining table, "Food, sir, and a good fuck afterwards? I don't think you're mother would approve of your dining attire, but I do!"

We didn't fuck in bed that night, we arranged ourselves, sucked each other off simultaneously and then slept very, very soundly.

The game on Saturday was another very tough one, this time scrappy and very physical. The other team buggered it up for themselves because at least two of their scrum lost their tempers, mainly because of the antics of their hooker, a surly creature with a broken nose at the age of seventeen and acne more rampant than Billy's. He managed to get a couple of penalties awarded against their side early on, even though the ref was one of the staff from their school. I kicked the two and got them between the posts each time. This didn't improve his temper and he was mouthing imprecations throughout every scrum, according to Billy's account afterwards and one of their props told him in the end to shut the fuck up and get his head down. Then during the second half Kish had just gathered a good pass when he was tackled and during the loose maul which developed the poxy hooker walloped him in the balls which the ref saw and awarded another penalty for a late tackle. Anyway, I kicked that one easily, which didn't improve his temper even more, nor the frayed tempers of most of their scrum. He got his comeuppance in a scrum shortly afterwards when, I think, one of our second row bashed him in the goolies. The scrum collapsed and the hooker then received a second bollocking as Billy `accidently' gave him the sharp end of his elbow.

He was helped off the field for a few minutes muttering about reprisals.

However, Billy was in a jubilant mood when the game finished as we had routed them 27 nil. He was unscathed this time but several of us were a bit worse for wear. I had a cut over my eyebrow having been tackled and in the fall banged my head on something hard in the grass. One of our wings had a bloody ear and there were plenty of bruises and at least two of their forwards also had bloody noses. Still, we had quite a sing-song under the showers, except for the hooker who was still nursing his swollen nuts and breathing fire and brimstone. His own team were fed up with him and needed someone to take the blame for the loss of the game. In the end three of them held him down while a fourth tickled the sod all over while he raved and swore. He called the tickler a great bag of shit which pissed the lads off even more so they upended him in a shower and turned the cold water on him and left him. He was much quieter when he got out, his dick shrivelled and just poking out of his bedraggled bush, but he was still muttering, "I'll get the fuckers, I'll fuck the lot of them!" as he passed me on the way to his clothes. Of course, his team-mates had tied his sleeves and trouser legs in knots which incensed him even more. I wouldn't have liked to have got the wrong side of him in the scrum next time.

I had taken Mum's car to the ground and had collected Billy and Kish on the way. It was a tight squeeze after the match as they, plus Gerry and Charley all came back to my house. Dave said he was going to the pictures that evening so had to bow out. I warned the others that my Mum and Dad would be back the next day so there mustn't be any mess.

As soon as we got indoors Paul saw my cut eyebrow and hustled me up to the bathroom to have it cleaned up. He had just dabbed some stinging iodine on it when there was an almighty yell from downstairs. Paul said I wasn't to rush down, they weren't tearing the place apart, yet, and carefully finished off his ministrations by putting a neat piece of sticking plaster over the cut.

When we got downstairs the others had Kish over the kitchen table, trousers and underpants round his ankles with Billy inspecting his balls. As soon as we entered the room Billy laughed.

"For if he hath been wounded in the stones or hath his privy member cut off he shall not be allowed into the presence of the Lord," he announced in tones of mock gravity, "As you are the Lord for tonight, Jamie, I can say he hath no damage and his privy member is whole, intact and looks to be in good working order!"

"No it's not!" exclaimed Charlie. "I think he's one of the two hundred Philistines whose foreskins David gave to Saul! And as Jamie's second name is David and Saul became Paul there must be a connection somewhere."

Kish was grunting, swearing and laughing at the same time. "You're the bloody Philistines, floppy foreskins and all! ....And the only connection will be between my foot and your backsides!"

We were all laughing our heads off as we all knew our Leviticus and First Book of Samuel having giggled over the passages in RI and that Kish was also mentioned there as well. The others released Kish and he hobbled round the kitchen, trousers and pants round his ankles, swatting fruitlessly at Billy and Gerry's nether regions.

We were all starving hungry but no worry, Paul had made a huge lasagne and we went into the dining room which Paul had laid out as if for a posh dinner party. Before we ate Gerry said he and Charley had something to tell us. He said we were the only ones to know. He and Charley were going to be together as they loved each other and it was also going to be Charley's seventeenth birthday on Wednesday so they wanted us all to celebrate both events tonight. This was very brave to say as, although we had all fucked and sucked each other it could be, like any adolescents, that we were just satisfying our monstrous carnal appetites. Kish said he was very happy for them and Billy, bless him, got up and gave both a great kiss, full on the lips. I looked at Paul. He grinned and nodded. I then said that Paul and I were just the same as Gerry and Charley.

Billy gave a mock whistle, looked at Kish and said, "That just leaves us, doesn't it Kish me dear!"

We all laughed and Kish said he loved us all dearly and he really had tears in his eyes when he said it. I got up and hugged him and then hugged Billy.

"You lot are the best friends anyone could have," I said with great feeling.

Paul must have had an inkling of the announcement as he then produced two bottles of champagne, culled from my father's hoard, which we drank toasting the happy couples and Charley, especially, for his forthcoming birthday. We then scoffed everything in sight and, full up, rested for a while.

After he'd finished a post-prandial ciggie, cadged from my father's box on the table, Billy proposed we adjourned to my bedroom and seal our friendships properly. I said it was our bedroom going over and standing by Paul, but I was very willing to share it with all my dear friends.

By the time we got to it we were all naked. A trail of clothing stretched from the living room, up the stairs and along the landing. We were all sporting hardons as we pushed the beds nearer the wall and lay on the floor in a sort of natural order. Billy nuzzled at Gerry's dick and enveloped it as Gerry engulfed Kish's whippy rod. I pressed my knob end against Kish's lips and stretched over to take Charley's young prong into my mouth as he stuck his tongue out and began to lick Paul's massive cock. The silence of the next ten minutes or so was only broken by the sounds of sucking and deep breathing, then by soft moans and slurping noises as each mouth was filled with friendly cum.

As if orchestrated we all gathered in a huddled group, just like the pictures of seals on the rocks, and everyone exchanged cum with everyone else. I for one, lay glassy eyed for a while until I felt a pair of warm and sticky lips brushing my half erect prick. I looked to see who it was. It was Billy and I moved slightly until I could catch Gerry's stiff prong between my lips and gradually the circle formed again as Paul moved over to Kish's cock and Kish lapped at Charley's newly grown young dick. The circle was completed as Gerry put his head against Paul's furry belly and Charley attempted to swallow Billy's swollen dong. Silence reigned again for several minutes then there was more sounds of licking and slurping, half-stifled moans and grunts and then more full-blooded groans as willing mouths received another basting of warm creamy cum. Gerry thrust his hips at me as he prepared to come then fired a load straight into my open throat. I withdrew a bit and caught the last spurts on my tongue. I was so engrossed in receiving Gerry's offering it was a moment before I realised that my own cock was being sucked strenuously by a very roused Billy. He must have come suddenly in Charley's mouth as he stopped and panted a bit before renewing his urgent attention to my length. He sucked very hard and my prick went completely into his mouth and into his throat. I shot immediately right into his gullet. I realised I was coming even more than usual so I pulled my dick out and sprayed the last of my spunk over his face. He was gagging a bit and swallowing hard but he patted me on the buttock to indicate he was OK. Paul was last to come and the rest of us sat up and watched Gerry teasing his foreskin back and forth. Paul's mouth was ringed with Kish's spunk as he lay back, mouth open, making guttural moaning sounds and then a great roar as he erupted into Gerry's wide open mouth. Great bubbles of semen formed round Gerry's lips as he tried to keep the twitching cock in his mouth. Paul's whole body jerked as he spasmed.

"Oh my God," he muttered, "Don't let it stop..."

We watched bewitched as the process started again and a second blast of come fired into Gerry's mouth. Paul lay back, eyes closed with Gerry still holding his cock upright in his mouth. What a performance! I'd had several bouts with Paul where he'd come twice in very quick succession but this was the quickest yet. Perhaps he liked an audience as well!

Well after that we sat around discussing all sorts of things until Billy said he'd better get home or his father would think he was getting pissed in some low-life pub.

Gerry looked up and grinned. "More likely shagging your arse off in some common brothel!" he said and then realised a slight faux-pas.

"You said it mate, not me," said Billy.

After I had made a half-hearted lunge at Gerry for downgrading our establishment Kish said he'd better be going too as he'd promised to help his father the next morning and he would be completely shagged out if he didn't get a good night's sleep.

"You would definitely get the first but not much chance of the second here if you stayed!" said Gerry with an evil grin making a dive for Kish's not quite limp cock.

"Leave off, sex maniac," said Kish, sounding all prim and proper, "You can have what you want next week when I've had a rest and recuperated a bit."

He stood up and leaned over Gerry with his bollocks level with his nose.

"Say goodnight to your friends nicely."

Gerry turned his head up and gave Kish's balls a big, sloppy kiss much to our amusement.

"I want one too," said Billy lumbering to his feet.

Gerry complied. They disappeared off to the bathroom and sounds of sloshing water were heard, then a scramble along the landing and down the stairs as they collected their clothes. They appeared at the bedroom door fully dressed, blew us kisses and went off slamming the back door behind them.

I looked at Gerry and Charley.

"Do you want to stay the night?" I asked.

They looked at each other and grinned and nodded.

"We've got this bed," said Paul, indicating the four-footer, "so you'd better have the narrow one or some pillows and his sleeping bag on the floor."

I asked if they wanted some more food and drink and as everyone was hungry again we all trooped down to the kitchen, luckily with the blinds drawn, and raided the fridge and pantry. One by one we went to the bathroom and then settled down for the night.

I was snuggled up against Paul and was just dozing when I heard sounds of quiet activity coming from the floor. I leaned over Paul who was on his back and snoring gently and saw that Gerry was just about to push his knob end against Charley's pucker. I watched, getting more and more horny as he pushed gently and entered Charley. Charley looked up and saw me watching and winked and mouthed silently, "You two as well" and passed up a jar of Vaseline. I took the jar and anointed my first finger, then slid back across Paul and put my hand down between his legs and pressed my sticky finger against the crack of his arse. It slid in easily. Paul grunted. I pressed my index finger against him as well and soon I had two fingers inside. I finger-fucked him for a minute or so and he gradually woke up. There was a steady sound coming from the floor of inhalations and "uuhs" and "aahs" from both Gerry and Charley. Paul was now wide awake. I slid back over his body and down between his legs. I manoeuvred them up until they were resting on my shoulders and then lubricated his hole with spit and a gob of Vaseline. He was ready to receive me as I pushed slowly but forcefully and we joined the others in our sighs and groans. My bed squeaked a bit as I thrust up and down, in and almost out of Paul. His moans got louder as I touched on sensitive spots within him and then I felt the mounting tension in the roots of my prick and shot squirt after squirt of my hot cum as I bayed like the proverbial hound-dog, "AAAAAH.... ...AAAAAAAH.... ..AAAAAAAAAHHHH!"

Gerry must have climaxed about the same time as I did as he opened his lungs and shouted, "Oh my.y.y.y!..., fu....ck!..., I'm cummmmmmming!..... OOOOOOH! ..............UNHHHHHHHH!"

I was glad we lived in a detached house - what would the neighbours have thought!

I collapsed onto Paul who held me tight and kissed me and our tongues entwined in each other's mouths. We were lying very quietly savouring every moment when I heard a hurried exchange between Gerry and Charley.

Then Charley called up to us, "Paul, if Jamie doesn't mind would you like to fuck me?"

I knew Paul really didn't like to fuck, he'd only done it to me rarely and last Saturday was a revelation when he'd actually fucked Billy. He'd told me many times he much preferred to be fucked and then wanked or sucked.

I stopped licking his ear and whispered "I don't mind, please Paul, you can do whatever you want, it'll make us all happy together."

Paul kissed me again then said, "No Charley, I won't fuck you, but you can fuck me, I'm all ready. Come up here."

I moved off Paul onto the side of the bed and Gerry stood up and let Charley get onto the bed. Paul opened his arms and Charley took my place. Charley's rod was at full mast as he knelt between Paul's legs with Paul's knees on either side of him. As he lowered himself over Paul I lifted one then the other of Paul's legs over his shoulders. I got off the bed and stood next to Gerry and watched as Charley pushed and penetrated Paul very easily.

Charley had a cherubic smile on his face as he rocked back and forth with Paul making ever increasing noises. Paul must have clamped down hard as Charley almost screamed out with ecstasy, shot his load and collapsed onto Paul. He lay groaning in an almost demented way while Paul caressed his head and planted a kiss on his forehead.

Both Gerry and I had hardons again and as Charley sat up, still encased in Paul, Paul said, "Toss me off, now."

Charley gripped Paul's thick and heavy rod and began the slow climb to Paul's climax. I reached over and took hold of Gerry's cock underhand while he grasped mine with ringed fingers. We matched Charley's beat, stroke for stroke. Paul came first with another mighty load which splattered up his chest and then the last spurts dropping just above his navel. I came next and splashed my come on Paul and over onto the bed sheet beyond. Gerry wasn't very far behind and produced a real fountain of spunk which landed right on the streams already on Paul. Charley put two fingers in the three loads and mixed them then licked his fingers.

"That's from my three best friends," he said with great feeling.

We three copied him and then kissed each other very lovingly wishing Charley a very happy birthday next week. The four of us spent the rest of the night in a four-foot bed in our couples, face to face, with arms uniting all of us.

Sunday morning Paul woke first and was washed and dressed and cooking up breakfast by the time I and the other two had had a morning piss and washed. Christ! the bed was in a mess! The combined spunk and debris of our night before were all over the sheets and pillow cases. I hurriedly stripped them all off and gathered up the towels we had also used to clean ourselves up with and whipped them downstairs and into the washing-machine. They had to be washed, dried and back in place by seven o'clock in the evening when my parents were due back. Paul and I sat and ate our breakfast and were most amused as Charley and Gerry couldn't keep their hands off each other as they tried to feed each other. At eleven we shooed them out of the house and they said they were going to spend the rest of the day in Gerry's cellar - shagging each other silly, we surmised. As they left I gave Gerry the four wank-mags discreetly veiled in a Marks and Spencers green bag and said he wasn't to look in the bag until he got home and to keep the contents safe!

Like two good housewives, Paul and I cleaned the house again - air-freshener fragrance was the order of the day and all had to be ready when Dad and Mum arrived back, - then went to Paul's for lunch with his Mum and Dad. As soon as my parents got home and had had a good cup of English tea Mum did a quick surreptitious check and I could see she was rather mystified when she found no evidence of damage or uncleanliness. Even my room was back to normal, my school-books all over my desk where I had caught up with my homework during the afternoon. Little did she know of the sexual antics which had been perpetrated under her roof over the past week!

Chapter Six: Reminiscences and Good Friends Confer.

I felt quite lonely in my bed that Sunday night. I had to toss off twice before my fevered imagination was quiet enough to drop off to sleep! Monday was all go at school. I was button-holed by Billy during afternoon break. He looked a bit glum and asked if he could have a talk with me. Of course I assented but pointed out that I had to have a quick tea, change ready for Scouts, get round to Gerry's to do our Physics homework and get him and me to Scouts as we were having a rehearsal for next week's presentation of the Queen's Awards. Billy said OK, he'd meet me at the bike sheds as soon as the bell went.

During last period that day I reminisced about Billy and me. He was really my oldest friend. We had entered Mrs Stacey's Infants' class on the same day as five-year-old sprogs. Both of us small and very vulnerable. At least I had two older sisters but Billy was an only child and was a bit tearful when his mother left him. We sat together and I held his hand under the table while he looked apprehensively at the new world of school. This apprehensiveness didn't last long. Within a few weeks Billy became the little leader and I was a willing acolyte. He was a chunky kid and took no nonsense from any of the older boys and I and others in our class were grateful to him. We became firm friends, he spent a lot of time at my house with me, usually in the shed at the bottom of our garden, or in the `camp' we constructed in the thick bushes at the end of our extensive garden. It was here we explored each others snail-like cocks at the age of six and peed together. Peeing was an art form with Billy. By the time he was nine his display at break-times of pissing higher up the lavatory wall than anyone else, even the bigger boys of eleven, was a sight to see. He was my guardian and I was his helper. He wasn't as bright as me and I got him through all sorts of school work which he would never have managed himself. He was very upset when I passed the scholarship and he didn't but his dad decided to pay for him to go to the Grammar School. There again I've helped him in many ways, in fact I taught him how to wank!

This occurred after that eventful Scout camp when I was thirteen and a half.

Billy always spent the summer with his uncle and aunt at their farm in Suffolk and still did. They had no children so he was looked after like royalty but he always liked being at the farm in any case as he liked the open air life and he said his muscles grew because of all the hard work he did there. Anyway, he came round to see me on the Monday after I returned from camp and we exchanged our summer experiences. I had to get changed from my old shorts and shirt into my Scout uniform so he came up to my bedroom and sat on the bed and told me even more about the farm.

I wasn't really listening as other things were on my mind and in the end I blurted out the fateful question, "Do you wank yet, Billy?"

He was non-plussed, being stopped in mid-stream about driving a tractor or something like that. He wanted to know what I meant. I asked him did his dick go hard and had he got hair round it like mine. The last time I'd seen his was at the end of the Spring Term when we had showered after Rugby. I had a smattering of black hairs then, fifteen or so when I had counted them at Easter. Then after Easter I'd had a spurt of growth which coincided with finding out that when I rubbed my stiff dick I squirted a few drops of watery cream but the feelings leading to that climax were awesome. He went a bit red and said his dick did get hard sometimes but he didn't know why. By this time I'd taken my old shorts off ready to put my clean Scout togs on. My dick was going hard so I pulled down my underpants and displayed my five inch hardon. Billy's eyes nearly popped.

"Come on Billy, show me yours," I demanded as I pulled my shirt off and stepped out of my underpants.

Billy was a bit hesitant so I stepped forward and opened his flies.

"Come on, let me see!"

He dropped his shorts and pulled his pants down. His cock began to get hard and I saw he had a few black hairs at the base. Not quite as many as me. I began to wank my cock, pulling the foreskin down as far as I could then, just over the tip of my pink knob. Billy watched. I stopped.

"You do it, too, Billy," I directed.

He held his shirt up and took hold of his prick rather limply.

"Take your shirt off first," I said.

He did as he was told and dropped his shirt on the pile of clothes on the floor. He watched as I rubbed my prick. Then he half copied again, not to my satisfaction.

"No, Billy, like this!"

I was in command. From my superior knowledge gained during that fateful week I stood by his side and gripped his shaft in the same way as I had experienced with all my wank partners at camp. I began to jack him off with a good, steady beat. Billy soon began to give voice in the same way as all my fellow wankers at camp. Soon the oohs' and aahs' changed to a long-drawn out "UUUUUUUUUNHH" as Billy came for the first time. He produced a succession of four or five spurts of the same type of watery come I had produced on my first attempts.

He gasped as I continued wanking him and then he grabbed my hand and moaned, "Please stop".

I was so worked up by now I gripped my own cock and gave it thirty or forty hefty strokes and shot five streams of a thicker, more creamy spunk, all over his bare belly also accompanied by a loud "UUUUUUUUUNHH". Billy flinched and was still gasping after his own orgasm.

"What was all that?" he asked in an almost tremulous voice.

"That's spunk," I said proudly, "What you make babies with. You know, what old Finch said male rabbits make. He said they made sperm. That's sperm. The boys at camp called it cum as well!"

Billy's face was a picture, then a great look of relief came over his face. He gabbled on about seeing the man his uncle called the artificial inseminator come to the farm and he'd spied on him through a hole in the barn wall collecting loads of white stuff from his uncle's bull and he didn't know what was happening until the son of the farmer on the next farm explained about it being put in cows to make calves and he hadn't believed him. I asked him how old the boy was. He said he thought he was eleven. I said from my store of knowledge gained from Scout camp that boys of eleven rarely made spunk so he wouldn't have known what boys could do when they were older only what bulls produced.

By this time our pricks had recovered from that preliminary wank. Billy's was beginning to rise again and mine followed suit.

Billy, the true gentleman, said, "Can I do it to you now?"

I wiped my first load of spunk off his belly with my shirt and put the shirt on the floor. Billy was a quick learner. He gripped my cock so tight I thought he was going to pull it off and then he gave me a wank even better than any of the ones I'd had during camp.

I leaned back against him and shot up in the air. My prowess at shooting lots and at a distance was something I was developing young. Billy whistled as he saw the little fountain jet from my knob end. My cries were even louder this time so it was a good job no one was at home to hear me. As soon as I had put my hand down to stop him he let go of my still erect cock and placed my hand on his very hard length. I wanked him fast and furiously. When he came he made up for not shooting much for his second effort by bellowing like his uncle's bull.

That was the start of many happy occasions. Billy came round the next afternoon telling me he'd done it twice more that night. I'd just had one more wank that day, or evening to be precise, with Tony Pearce after Scouts. He had to wank me for about ten minutes before I came and I had to explain about introducing Billy to the ancient art. Then, of course, as Gerry's cellar was a convenient haunt it wasn't long before Billy also joined in. So, as I mused and waited for the end-of-school bell to go I found myself with the usual hardon. Luckily I was working by myself in the Library so there were no lookers-on as I adjusted my underpants and stood up as the bell went.

Billy was already standing at the entrance to the bike shed when I got there. His glowering presence had a great calming effect on the younger boys rushing out to collect their bikes. The Captain of Rugby is not someone to argue with, especially when they have the remains of two black eyes and a heavily acned face. I grinned at him and we set off. He was particularly silent on our ride to my house. But, after a while he did say he'd given the `little fat fucker' a good run around during the First Year games he'd helped to supervise on Friday. Then he did grin and asked did I know who he was? I shook my head. He laughed and said he'd heard one of the other kids called the child Masters. After the game was over Billy had asked him his name and found out he was the younger brother of Brian Masters, the big Third Year Sixth Former on our first Easter Tour.

"Actually," said Billy, "He wasn't a bad little kid. When he was in the showers I saw he wasn't so much a fat little fucker as a pretty chunky little lad. I bet he'll be big like his brother. I did tell him I never wanted to hear about him telling tales as I bet he wouldn't want me to tell his brother about him." Billy laughed even more. "Poor kid, he nearly pissed himself when I said that so I don't think he'll be any trouble in the future."

At least Billy was in a bit more of a lighter mood as we cycled into our drive.

That lighter mood didn't last long. I made us some orange squash and found some biscuits which we took up to my room. Billy sat on my bed and looked very glum as I sorted out my Scout uniform. I took the initiative. I didn't like my best pal looking so sad.

"What's the matter, Billy?" I asked.

He didn't answer straight away. But looked up at me with soulful eyes. He had picked up my Scout scarf and was rather restlessly folding it and unfolding it.

"Are you still my best friend?" he asked after a lengthy silence.

"Of course I am," I said animatedly, "We've known each other long enough. You've always been my best friend ever since you held my hand 'cause you were scared that first day in Mrs Stacey's class."

He didn't even smile at that. Then it all came flooding out. "Oh, Jamie, I've been so sad and upset since you and Paul and Gerry and Charley told us you were couples. Please don't leave me out! I need you... you're my best friend... the only friend I really want... I don't mean 'cause I want you like Paul does... but I do want you like that as well... But he's got you like that... I know....."

He stopped a moment. My big, husky friend I thought never had any troubles looked so disconsolate I just knelt down beside him and put my arms round him and hugged him tight.

"Oh, Billy, you really are my best friend. I know I love Paul, but I love you too. Think of all the good times we've had together and we will in the future too."

A tear coursed down Billy's cheek.

"Oh, Jamie, I thought I'd lost you. You're so much cleverer than me and I thought you wanted Paul 'cause he's clever like you."

I hugged Billy even tighter and I felt my own tears running down my cheeks.

"I've never thought of you as not clever, Billy, I may be able to do maths, but no one in Junior School could piss up a wall as high as you. I thought you were wonderful and I still do! You've looked after me and you've protected me. Remember that horrible Bernie Cummings in the Juniors. You bashed him when he got me in a corner one day. Think of all the times we've played together and been together and all the scrapes you've got me in. I really love you Billy and I wouldn't want you ever to forget that, I need you just as much as you need me."

Billy was just about to use my scarf to wipe his face when he noticed what he was holding and held it up and grinned. "Better not make that wet with my tears, eh?"

I leaned up and licked the salty tears off his face.

"Now I've got a bloody hardon," he grumbled.

I remembered my other thoughts on the way.

"Hey Billy," I said, "I do know I taught you something one day and it's something you learnt very quickly and have never forgotten, you big thick hunk!"

Billy looked up at me a bit startled, "What was that?" he demanded.

"I taught you how to wank, didn't I?" I said, with a note of triumph in my voice, "And if I'm not much mistaken you need to go through that lesson again today!"

I had stripped down to my underpants ready to put my Scout uniform on so it was a matter of seconds to slip them off and stand up displaying my own hardon.

"Come on Billy, let's replay that first day, slowcoach. You were a bit backward then, not knowing about that nice little tool you had between your legs."

"Not so little now," rumbled Billy, standing and casting off his school uniform in less time than I could say Jack Robinson.

His thick, heavy shaft was standing away from his belly at forty-five degrees. Too thick and heavy to press up against his belly unlike my thinner, but longer prick.

Ever since that first wank with him I had been fascinated by the girth of his cock and also the amount of foreskin which sheathed his plump knob. Even on that first wank his skin slipped back easily so the full majesty of his pink helmet was revealed in full. It took me another six months of incessant work on my own foreskin before I could ease it all the way back to get my knob to pop out and it wasn't until I was fifteen could I pull it back and forth easily without a twinge of tightness. Now I was seventeen there was no problem. A gentle tug and the end was free. Billy's girth had increased more in proportion to the lengthening of his cock. Whereas I was just over seven inches in length now and four and a half round, Billy was exactly on six but he was seven inches round the fattest part in the middle. I knew all this from Gerry's meticulous measurements which he took every month for his charts.

Billy looked at me with a sly grin.

"Yeah, let's replay that day. It was the most wonderful day of my life. You scared me stiff when you grabbed my cock, I just wondered what you were doing. But I've forgiven you for attacking me like that."

He put a hand on my shoulder.

"I've forgiven you every day since then 'cause I don't think I've missed a day." He paused. "Have you?"

I laughed. "I don't think I have and if I did I've made up for it many times."

"Go on then, Jamie, do it like you did that first time. I think of that day almost every time I do it by myself. I think of you, Jamie. You're wonderful, Jamie. You're tall and handsome, not like ugly me."

I'd never heard Billy in this mood before. We had wanked, sucked and fucked so many times he was always in my mind too. But he wasn't ugly. He was Billy. I didn't grab his dick but stood in front of him and flung my arms around him and pressed my mouth against his ear as I massaged the muscles of his back.

"Oh, Billy, you are a fool!" I whispered, "You're our Billy, you couldn't be different. I think you're wonderful too and you certainly aren't ugly. To tell you the truth, when I don't think of Paul when I'm by myself I think of you. Your strength, your thoughtfulness, the way you keep us all cheerful, just you, Billy, just you."

We hugged each other for a long time. Our hands following the same kneading and massaging pattern over our backs. I felt at one with Billy. In the end I reached down and touched the thick shaft pressing into me. We stepped apart, tears coursing down Billy's cheeks as I faced him and wanked him slowly until his thick, creamy spunk jetted out all over me. He smiled and caught hold of my length and wanked me with the same gentle firmness until both of us stood bathed in each other's offerings of friendship and love.

I stepped forward and hugged him again. "We are each other's, Billy," I said, "Please always be my friend, especially when I haven't got Paul near me."

He looked up at me and I leaned down and kissed him full on the lips. We stopped kissing but still hugged.

Billy said in a low voice, "I'm much better now. The relief is wonderful and that was even more wonderful than that first time."

We squelched apart and went to the bathroom where we sponged each other's cum off ourselves.

Billy was back to his usual grumbling self. "You're taller than me, your prick's bigger and you shoot more spunk than I do and you wonder if I'm a bit despondent," he niggled, "At least my dick is fatter than yours and just wait 'til I get you on your back - I'll fuck you rigid!"

"Promises, promises," I said, "But anytime, I'm yours."

We went back to my room and dressed. He made snide remarks about my short shorts and hairy legs and bet that I would have some young Scout's arse that night. I reached out and grabbed him in the area of his cock in his trousers and said he was only jealous because no young Scout would be able to fit his monster in comfortably and they would probably choke on it if they tried to suck it, they'd have to practice on a beer bottle! I knew Billy was back to being Billy, my staunchest friend.

I was late getting to Gerry's and he wanted to know where I'd been. I explained about Billy and he was as concerned as I had been about Billy's sadness. We resolved not to leave him out of our friendships.

Contrary to Billy's predictions I didn't have any adventures that evening after Scouts. We spent a lot of the time rehearsing the parade for next Monday and I went home deafened by the drum and bugle band which had thumped and blasted for what seemed like hours. That night in bed I had two wanks, one for Paul and one for Billy and was glad I had got such good and faithful friends.

To be continued:

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