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 (-06)

By Joel

Chapter Nine: Continued:

That evening after coming back to Paul's room after our evening meal in a very nice restaurant I was in a raging need for release. All during the meal I'd had a rampant hardon, not helped by Paul who was sitting next to me putting his hand on my thigh at regular intervals and by seeing Jacob's bright happy face opposite. Luckily there was a flowing tablecloth and a linen napkin which I arranged across my lap so the young and rather dishy waiter couldn't see my predicament. Actually, he was most attentive and made sure we had the best service. I wondered if he would like to be serviced as well, especially with some of the looks he was giving Jacob!

I knew that night I wanted both my Paul and my new friend Jacob. I knew I also wanted Jacob to fuck me. Crumbs, I was in a horny state. We'd had a bottle of wine with the meal and this fuelled my lust but I grew even more randier after Paul produced a bottle of vintage port when we sat down in his room and I had a large glass. I knew my juices would be flowing mightily over the next few hours!

As I finished my glass I took off my tie and undid my shirt. Jacob watched and he began to do the same, Paul was fiddling around with glasses on the dressing-table. I loosened the top of my trousers and stretched and slid them down my legs. Within moments I'd divested myself of all my clothes except my underpants which were bulging out with the size of my erection. As Jacob removed his trousers Paul's attention was caught by our movements.

"Christ, you pair of horny bastards, I turn away a minute and you're almost at it!" He grinned down at me. "You're so fucking lovely, though, isn't he Jacob?"

Jacob stood up and I could see his erection straight up his belly against his underpants. He reached out and pulled Paul's tie and undid it. I stood next to him and we undressed a not- unwilling Paul completely very quickly. Needless to say his massive shaft was fully erect as well. I reached over and lowered Jacob's underpants and as he stepped out of them he did the same to me. There we were, three rampant lads ready for a night of lechery!

I said to Jacob that he was to fuck me first. He leaned forward and kissed me and Paul got the K-Y jelly and as Jacob and I stood and hugged each other Paul lubricated our puckers and inserted a finger into both of us. Gradually he worked us until he had three fingers in both of us and Jacob and I were tonguing each other energetically and I could feel my knob rubbing into Jacob's furry stomach leaving trails of my slimy, silvery juice which was pouring out of my cock head.

I pulled away from his mouth as I knew I was beginning to be worked up to a climax. I didn't want to come yet, I wanted Jacob's young rod in me and I wanted it now! I moved over to the bed on which Paul had thoughtfully laid a big soft towel and laid back. I drew my knees up and Paul guided Jacob, who had almost a glazed look on his face, to kneel between my legs. Paul lifted my legs and Jacob ducked down so I could place them over his shoulders. His knob touched my partially opened ring and with a gentle push he was in to his full, short length. His knob end was just in the right position to massage my prostate.

He began slow thrusts then quickened until he had a gentle steady rhythm going. I knew it wouldn't be long before the tell-tale signs of his approach to a climax would be apparent. He quickened his thrusts slightly and then his actions became quite violent as began to pound my arse with the tops of his thighs. He came in great squirts calling out, his voice rising in volume, in time with his spasms, "AAAAH..., AAAAH..., AAAAH..., AAAAH..., .........AAAAAAAH!"

He laid on top of me and his lips found mine. We kissed sensuously, forgetting that poor Paul was still standing beside us, watching. I came out of my daze first and pushed Jacob up a bit by his shoulders.

"That was marvellous, Jacob, wonderful! What about you?"

All he could do was nod and he almost slumped to the side of the bed and sat against the wall.

I swung my legs off the side of the bed and saw Paul's smiling face.

"Are you going to fuck me now, Jamie?"

"Yes, please!"

My shaft hadn't lost its rigidity all through Jacob's assault on my insides and I wanted Paul so badly. He took my place on the bed and Jacob scooted up to watch. I lubricated Paul liberally and soon I was pressing on his pucker. He wanted me as much as I wanted him so he was relaxed and opened easily. I was in and setting up my preferred slow strokes in and almost out. Jacob reached under me and gently held my balls and carefully rolled them in the palm of his hand. I was watching Paul's face as I lovingly fucked him and then, deep in my body somewhere I sensed the beginnings of one of the most magnificent climaxes I had experienced so far. The internal pulsing centred on my balls which, still in Jacob's hand, drew up close to my body. Jacob closed his fist and ringed round the top of my sac and pulled down. Then he squeezed, gently at first and then harder, and that's when I came. I couldn't stop myself calling out as I shot a stupendous amount of my hot boy-spunk into my dear Paul.

Jacob gave my balls a last squeeze and I shot one more stream of come and collapsed on top of Paul, so exhausted, but so completely satisfied.

Jacob let go of my balls and I managed to give Paul a kiss from the position I was in, then I unfurled myself and sat up and leaned over Jacob and kissed him. I slowly pulled my still erect cock from Paul and then Jacob and I, simultaneously, started to lick and suck Paul's solid pole. I copied Jacob's actions on me and cupped Paul's pendulous balls and began to caress them, then massaged them and then, as I detected the jerks of his muscles, I squeezed his bollocks, harder and harder. His spunk shot from his slit way up and over his body. It splashed in a great river on his face, chin and chest. I wanted his come and so did Jacob. Our heads knocked as we scrambled up to lick Paul's essence off him. Paul was gurgling with pleasure and still producing small droplets of cum but when Jacob went to lick them from his knob end Paul very roughly pushed his head away.

"Please, Jacob, don't, it's so sensitive."

He held Jacob's head and drew him down and kissed his cheek.

"I'm sorry, Jacob, that was all so good, thank you, thank you. But I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Jacob said he hadn't and gently put a finger to Paul's mouth with a drop of cum still on it. Paul licked it off and then drew both of us down onto his broad chest.

"I want to watch Jamie fuck you again like last night, Jacob. Would you like that?"

Jacob whispered, "Please!"

We lay and cuddled for an hour or so then I moved off the bed and Paul sat up and he and Jacob changed places. I watched as Paul prepared Jacob for me. He gently massaged him from his eyebrows downwards, probing with his fingers and thumbs all over Jacob's strong and muscly young body. He spread his legs and took the jelly and inserted his fingers one by one into Jacob again. I watched as Jacob became transformed into a wanting, craving, hungering being. The whole sensuousness of this moulding and preparation by Paul, getting Jacob all ready for me, was getting me to the edge again. I wanted Jacob now more than I wanted anything else and I must have him! I laughed internally as I'd had the same feelings as I prepared to fuck Paul earlier. Paul smiled at me and lifted Jacob's legs so I could position myself easily. Jacob had only lost his virginity the last evening, and he'd only been fucked twice so far, but he knew what he wanted. My thick knob end probed at his ring, he gasped, relaxed and I was in. I went right in, my whole seven inches slid in so easily, just bumping twice, until I couldn't push another fragment of myself into him. I saw the yearning in his eyes as I made tiny movements trying to will my cock to grow another millimetre to fill him even further. Paul stroked my butt cheeks softly, moving downwards until he could press his finger into my still cum-sticky hole.

"Oh, wonderful, wonderful. Fuck me slowly, please, Jamie," murmured Jacob.

I lay down right over him, his furry chest level with my stomach. I had to bend slightly to lock my lips on his and all the time keeping up the tiny, almost imperceptible movements of my hips. He was licking my tongue and moaning in his throat. My ring seemed to be on fire with Paul's exploring. I felt I wanted this to go on for ever.

Paul's other hand cupped my balls and he whispered "You're nearly there, Jamie!"

I knew I was, he must have felt my balls harden and rise because my prick started to pulsate and, as Jacob somehow clamped his ring muscle so tight around me, I started to come. The three of us that night must have beaten the whole triple jump record. I came and I came and I came in an even longer sequence of "AAAAH......'s" than Jacob. Spunk poured out of me and I felt it squelching along the length of my rod as I pressed back and forth.

"Please leave it in me, please, please!" pleaded Jacob, "I need you in me, don't take it out, Oh, plea.....se!"

My tiny movements picked up again and Paul now had at least three fingers probing me. We kept this up for at least another twenty minutes and then I thought my balls were going to burst. I couldn't stop. My hips began to buck violently and I came again in an even longer series of spasms. I know I frightened both of them with the intensity of my cries as I shouted out and then collapsed quite senseless on top of poor Jacob. I had never experienced anything like that, not even with my Paul, nor with Billy, nor any other of my pals.

Paul extricated me from the grip of Jacob's ring and both lifted me and laid me on the bed and started to stroke me to try to revive me. I heard Paul say I was breathing so I was OK. I came to slowly and they both said I'd given them a fright. Fright or not I'd had the most powerful and passionate feelings ever. I sat up and they sat on either side of me as I put my arms around them. I told them how wonderful it had been and Jacob said he wanted to be fucked like that always. I kissed his cheek then turned to Paul and told him what he had been doing to me had turned some key in me and had unlocked such cataclysms of passion, I loved him so much and I wanted to fuck him again and again.

I think we then decided we were so satiated with what we had been doing we'd better try to get some sleep. I moaned at the inadequate washing facilities as we cleaned ourselves up and, finally, after we had clambered into the narrow bed, again with little Jacob between us, I, at least, dropped off into a dreamless, exhausted sleep.

I was awoken quite early in he morning by an insistent whisper in my ear.

"Fuck me again, Jamie, please. Please, fuck me again!"

It was Jacob of course. As my eyes opened in the gloom, he kissed them shut again and felt for my cock.

"Please Jamie, fuck me again, I need it, I want you and then I want to fuck Paul!"

As his fingers played up and down my half-limp cock I went to my usual rigid self. Paul was still asleep as I maneuvered myself on top of Jacob. He raised his knees either side of me and with his left hand guided my knob end to his ring. He took my full weight as I pressed into him. My thickness filled him easily and I was soon getting faster and faster with my urgent thrusts. Of course, this woke Paul who grasped the scene immediately.

"You've recovered bloody quickly, you horny little toad," he said to me with a tone of mock sarcasm. He directed his comments then to Jacob. "And as for you, you wild colonial boy, you're fucking insatiable!"

Both Jacob and I had to laugh even though it broke our concentration on our fuck for a moment. No matter, Paul started to lick the side of our faces and down under our chins and this set the pace for a really fast fuck. Jacob got what he wanted in record time. I heaved and shoved with great force, flattening the breath out of him, but he responded in kind with powerful upward movements of his muscular hips and thighs until I shot my morning load into him as far as my prick end could reach. Within moments we both turned on Paul and Paul's ring succumbed quickly to Jacob's urgent probing with his slim, short dick. As Jacob fucked him I pulled Paul's pudding and the pair of them came with delighted shrieks and a flurry of come from Paul. Again we licked up his come and presented our tongues to him and then Jacob and I flopped onto Paul, now in the middle, and fell asleep again.

I was awakened by the elephantine heavings of Paul as I was sprawled almost across him. Poor Jacob got the same treatment and we were unceremoniously flung off him as he said he was bursting for a piss. It was eight o'clock and I had only this morning with them before I had to catch the twelve o'clock bus. I felt rather sad. Although I'd had a most wonderful stay and an extremely exhausting one at that, I was sad I would have to leave them and be in my lonely bed at home tonight.

Jacob roused himself and then rolled over me and soon we were tickling, licking and laughing together, our legs entwined and our bodies rubbing together, playing together like two young puppies. Funny though, neither of us had a hardon, we were just happy enjoying the friendship which had grown fast over the last few days. Paul came through from his tiny bathroom just as I was making Jacob thrash around as I scrabbled my fingers through the hair on his stomach and chest.

"Oh, fucking hell!" he said exasperatedly, "You two horny little buggers are at it again!"

"No we're not!" said Jacob. "Come on Jamie, let's get him!"

With that we launched ourselves on Paul who was pulled onto the floor and both began to tickle him mercilessly. He was helpless. I hadn't seen Paul in this state.

He was almost screaming out with laughter. In the end we let up and he relaxed, puffing and panting.

"You little bastards, I'll have your knackers for that! Look, I was all washed and clean and you've been rolling me on this filthy floor!"

"It's your filthy floor so you lie in it," said Jacob as we scrambled up and, laughing ourselves, jostled for supremacy at the tiny sink in the bathroom.

We washed and tidied ourselves up then slipped back and sat, side by side, on the bed against the pillows and headboard. Paul, by this time had prepared some breakfast and brought it to Jacob and me and we scoffed away sitting up all together on Paul's bed.

"I'm not your bloody servant," he grumbled as I held out my mug for more coffee.

"It's alright, Jeeves," I said, "You'll get your reward in heaven, or tonight with Jacob after I've gone." I put my arm round Jacob's shoulders. "That is if I don't take him home and keep him tied up at the end of my bed like a little woolly toy."

"Oh, ho," chortled Paul, "Now we know! Jamie here must fuck his teddy bear when he hasn't got us or his other little friends, eh, Jacob?"

"I wouldn't mind being his woolly bear," said Jacob, "And I would be yours as well, Paul, if you like."

I gave him a hug. "Yeah," I said, "You look after Paul while he's here for me, will you? Knowing him he'll keep you busy!"

Paul gave a laugh and I saw the delighted look on Jacob's face.

Paul turfed us out of bed about half past nine and sent Jacob off down to his own room as he said he had to clear up the stinking mess we'd made. I helped him before I dressed, and deliberately kept bumping into him with my swinging cock but he said he didn't want to be distracted. In the end I packed my things and at about eleven Paul said I'd better go and say cheerio to Jacob. I didn't bother to knock on his door and found him getting ready to go for a run. He was dressed just in his running shorts and shoes and was about to pull an old rugger shirt over his head. He dropped this to the floor when he saw me.

"I've just come to say cheerio for now," I said, "But I'll be back and I hope you'll come and see me if you can. I'm sure Paul will want to bring you and we can explore London a bit during your Easter holiday."

"I really would like that," he said and came over where I was standing. He looked up at me. "I've been so happy the last few days. You remind me of my Paulus and I miss him so much but you've been so kind and Paul has too, I want to love you both. Look, here's Paulus."

He pointed to a framed photograph on his desk. I went over to look at it. There were two boys, both in rowing kit, each holding an oar. Both were the same height and one was very blond and the other had black hair. Jacob and Paulus, with happy smiles on their faces.

"We had that taken a few days before Hendy attacked me. He wanted a photo with us but Paulus walked away. That made him angry as well."

I turned to him and put my arms round him.

"Jacob, we'll be here whenever you want us, Paul is very fond of you and you'll look after him for me as well, won't you?"

I slipped my hand down his front between the elastic waist of his shorts and his furry belly and past the wide band of his jockstrap and felt his partially erect cock and nestled his balls in my hand.

""You've got a lovely cock, Jacob. Think of what we've done together. And, anyway, you've got big balls....."

They were too. In fact it was their large size which drew one's attention to the shortness of his cock which, when soft, just dangled an inch or so away from the dense mass of hair surrounding it.

"...And," I continued, "They work well, don't they?"

He grinned at me. "Overtime, I should say!"

I drew him to me and we kissed, very gently, not lasciviously, but as true friends.

"Don't forget, look after Paul," I said as we drew apart. He nodded and I knew he was close to tears.

The bus ride home was tedious. I spent the time thinking about the next of Dr Bell's problems and wondering, intermittently, if all the juice oozing from my prick would show through my pants and trousers by the time I reached home!

Luckily, it didn't because as soon as I arrived home Mum was waiting for me.

After asking how I'd got on she said Gran had had to go into hospital again and she and Dad would be off for the weekend to stay at her house to be near her. School was starting on Thursday and so I asked if I could stay at home. I explained about Dr Bell's problems and said I wanted to get as many done as possible and send them off to him. As nothing untoward had happened on their previous absences she agreed. Whoopee, I thought, Billy would be asked if he wanted to come and sleep over and it would be an offer he couldn't and wouldn't refuse!

I'd written to both Paul and Jacob to say how much I'd enjoyed my visit and I couldn't wait to see them both again. Our letters crossed in the post as I received letters from both the next day. Paul's was restrained in that he didn't refer directly to our activities, on the other hand, Jacob was so explicit in his descriptions of what we had done together, what he wanted the three of us to do when we met up again and in the report of how Paul and he had `consoled' each other because I wasn't there I had to surreptitiously burn his letter in the boiler fire! That was after I'd had a really good wank as the contents gave me a colossal hardon! I scribbled him a hasty note thanking him but asked him not to be so candid in future in case my mother opened a letter in error. His next letter was contrite and I detected a couple of small stains at the bottom of the page. I deduced they weren't spunk but tears. A third letter had to be written to assure him of my fondness for him and reiterating that I hoped he was looking after Paul for me. The next letter came from Paul saying Jacob was very happy now and they were getting on fine and he was helping Jacob with his exercises between his runs and rowing. I read into that a lot!

Chapter Ten: The Term before the Last Rugger Tout:

Needless to say Billy accepted with alacrity the offer of staying with me over the weekend so Friday afternoon after school we arrived home to an empty house. I had to tell him about my visit to Cambridge and all about Paul and Jacob. He seemed a bit envious that I made friends so easily so I reminded him of the others in our group and how we all felt about each other. Then, apart from eating the meal Mum had left in the fridge and getting through a bottle of wine which Dad had very thoughtfully also placed in the fridge, we didn't come downstairs again until midday on Saturday. That doesn't mean we didn't come upstairs. We certainly did, time after time.

After a first rather quick suck each as we were both bursting to shoot our loads we settled down to a night of slow fucking. By five o'clock in the morning we'd each fired three more wads deep inside one another. Billy certainly liked the slowness of my fucking and my tool reached in as far as I could push it each time I felt my balls begin to boil. We slept in each other's arms until we both were woken by the insistent ringing of the 'phone bell. I hopped quickly into my parents' bedroom as there was an extension there. It was Mum saying as Gran was not at all well they would stay until Wednesday as long as I could look after myself. I said I could and I would ask Billy if he could stay on and we promised not to make the place mucky. As the cleaning lady was coming in on Tuesday morning I knew we would have to do some washing as my bed was in a real mess after last night's continuous debauch. Billy was beside himself with joy and as soon as I told him the good news - at least about staying on, not about Gran! - he grabbed me and thrust his thick prick straight at my still wet and lubricated hole. I had to give him as good as he gave me and fucked him fast and furiously and was surprised at the feelings of how much spunk I shot. That little bout meant we were exhausted again so that's why midday approached before we felt able to emerge from bed.

We had a leisurely lunch and I said I really should do some work on the problems as I'd had a couple of thoughts even while I was resting after fucking Billy in the night. He grinned and said he thought I was a bit far gone but had put it down to post-coital bliss! In any case he'd promised his dad he would do some clearing up for him at the shop during the afternoon. He promised to bring in some food and would be back just after six.

I worked steadily all afternoon without stopping and was very pleased at the end as I only had one more problem to finish. It was going to be difficult, but building on the ones I had already solved I thought I should be able to crack it.

I was sitting thinking and heard a car come onto our drive. I looked at my watch, it was six forty-five already. I supposed it was Billy driving his mum's car. After a few moments there was an almighty clatter downstairs in the kitchen and voices were raised laughing and cat- calling.

"I'm back!" shouted the recognisable tones of Billy, "Come on down, supper'll be ready in two shakes of a donkey's dick!"

I went downstairs quickly to be met by Billy with a big silly grin on his face.

"Look who I've brought back." he said delightedly.

I peeked into the kitchen where Gerry and Charley were busily unpacking tin-foil cartons for a slap-up Indian meal.

"I found these two loitering on the corner in the High Street like a couple of superannuated tarts..." he began and was interrupted by Gerry.

"...He offered us bed and board for the night so how could we refuse, eh Charley?"

Charley bowed low and nearly dropped the steaming container he was taking the lid off.

"So please your grace, the Prologue is address'd!"

"Fucking hell!," said Billy "Give him half-a-dozen lines and he thinks he's fucking Lawrence Olivier!"

"I wouldn't mind that," said Charley, bowing low and putting the container on the kitchen table very carefully.

"What?" enquired Billy.

"Fucking Lawrence Olivier, he's got a nice arse in that film...."

"...Dick the Turd!" said Gerry, "You know, `A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse and a box to stand on while I give it one'!!'"

We all grinned and gave a few halfhearted groans.

"Anyway," said Gerry, "Once we've had our little feed it's measurement and statistics time. I haven't had any data since before Christmas so that's a whole month and we're all growing boys still."

"And you were just going out somewhere for the evening?" I asked. "Tape measures at the ready?"

"No, No, we were just out to enjoy ourselves, at least that was coming later. Whoops, two double entendres in one sentence, my dears," he said with a very camp accent.

Billy took over.

"If you think you're coming later we're eating first and we don't want any mess so it's grub in the kitchen."

I went to the fridge and brought out four large cans of Heineken which I'd put in there earlier from my father's store and had ear-marked for Billy and myself although I wasn't too keen on beer.

"....And this to wash it down. And if you want a glass you're a sissy!"

Gerry wriggled his shoulders and pursed his lips.

"Who's the big boy now, eh?" he said, blowing me a kiss, "Old monster chopper's getting very manly for once."

"Bollock-brain, get your arse over here onto this seat, eat your food and I'll deal with you later with my monster chopper," I said in my best `manly' way. "In fact, you'll be having three monster choppers after you, if I'm not much mistaken."

Gerry rolled his eyes and sat down next to me.

"I'm all yours, but questions first. How many times have you wanked off this weekend so far?"

"None," I replied truthfully.

Gerry raised his eyebrows and looked at Billy.

"None for me either," said Billy with a grin, "But if you want to know how many times we've come each that's a different question!"

Of course, we had to tell them what we'd been up to and Billy started to say about my visit to Cambridge. I said I'd met Jacob, who was South African.

Gerry was on to it at once. "OOOh, is he big and black?" he asked, wriggling his shoulders again.

I think I got out of that very well by replying that he was white and very compact. Billy kept egging me on to tell them more and by the time we'd finished eating and I'd gone through all the antics on the visit we were all as horny as hell and the others were dying to meet Jacob when he was to visit at Easter.

Supper over we were all in my bedroom by eight o'clock. After a quick wash and brush-up for all we were in a circle by ten past noisily sucking on each other's cocks. Gerry insisted he would start on my `monster dick' as he called it and Billy was soon sucking him. I had Charley's still-growing shaft between my lips and he was greedily engulfing Billy's thick rod. Boy Oh Boy! the spices in the Indian meal must have gone straight to our loins. It was either that or Charley hadn't shot off that day before. His cock began to pulse and I knew I would be receiving his seed very soon. I nearly choked on the amount. His young balls were really working in top gear. I soon after gave Gerry his comeuppance for inciting me by grabbing his head and holding him tight as I unloaded a fair amount considering the outpourings of the night before. Then Billy and Gerry coughed and spluttered as two more loads were deposited.

We got up and pushed the two beds together and got under the combined covers. I was next to Charley and released what a firm body he'd got. Very much like Jacob, without the hair! After resting for a while Gerry insisted he measured us and as we lay and giggled he got each of us in turn erect and, with a flourish of my ruler and tape measure I kept for such things in a drawer of my desk, he proceeded to measure all sorts of parts of us. I was gratified to learn my shaft was now seven and a quarter inches, the longest of the four of us and now matching Paul's. Perhaps my mental effort at getting it into Jacob and Paul as far as possible had urged that little extra growth! This Britisher certainly had a weapon to put the fear of God into the natives! I suppressed the thought of what I would like to do to Kish with it! Another day, another time! My reverie was shattered with the announcement that Billy's prong was even thicker than last time but Charley was the winner as he had lengthened by a whole half inch from the month before. I'd thought he was still a growing boy.

When he'd finished and jotted down the figures on a page torn from one of my exercise books Gerry said that Varun was also growing very fast. He said he'd lengthened an inch and half in three months and he was going to be as long as Kish pretty soon. I didn't know Gerry was keeping tabs on Varun as well. I was also curious to see Varun's increase as I had also noticed he was rapidly getting taller as well.

As we were all sporting hardons now it was time for the next round, as Billy put it. I crawled over Charley and pounced on Gerry saying he was going to experience my monster again. He rolled on his back, giggling, as I lay over him and began to lick his neck and then suck on his hardening nipples. The giggling changed rapidly to moans of delight. He grabbed my head and drew it up and kissed me weaving his tongue round mine. His hands went down my back and he grabbed handfuls of my buttocks and kneaded them. I peered over and saw that Charley was on top of Billy who was twisting around under him, lost to the world. I reached over and took one of the jars of Vaseline from the floor where I'd placed them as we got into bed. This was the signal for Gerry to raise his knees either side of me and I liberally coated his pucker with a couple of dollops of the jelly. He began to moan softly as I worked my fingers into him. He was bucking his hips and I got three fingers in easily. He must have sensed how many.

"Try more," he whispered urgently and his buttocks moved towards me as I pushed. I drew my little finger in as close to the others as possible and pressed. He let out a gasp and four fingers went in to the knuckles of my fist Someone had certainly been stretching him since I was there just before Christmas! I twisted my fist and he groaned and moaned even more. I placed my inserted fingers so my palm formed a cup. I pulled my foreskin back with the other hand and put my knob end into the well-lubricated cup. I gently withdrew my fingers, sliding even more lubricant over my waiting shaft and pushed gently. I slid in with no effort and with a swift shove my whole length was in. Gerry put his arms up and drew me down and our tongues intertwined again. He pushed my lips away from his with his tongue.

"Come on, Jamie, fuck me hard!" he whispered decisively, "I want that monster fully in and out each time and make it fast!"

I kissed him once more then set to work. I gauged my strokes to perfection - big-head! - each downstroke battered my pubes against his wide stretched butt, each up-stroke brought my cock out so only my knob was still in. After appraising the amount of movement needed by a few slow insertions and withdrawals I accelerated my pace until I was humping him with gusto. I must have been doing it right. Each time I thrust in he let out a loud gasp. I suppose I was hitting his gland in just the right spot. On the next bed I could hear Charley giving Billy the same treatment with Billy's entreaties of "More, More!" interspersed with Charley's great intakes of breath as he also picked up speed. Gerry was way, way gone after about three minutes of continuous fast fucking. His breath was now coming in stertorous gasps and I was about to reach my apex. I started to cry out my usual series of "AAAAAH's" as I felt my knob end sending me signals of impending climax. My vocalisations became more insistent as I urged my prick to drive even deeper and, with a final call, I buried it as far as possible and convulsed with huge spasms as my load jetted free.

"Oh my God, that was good!" Gerry was murmuring as I reduced my thrusts quite quickly, "Wank me now, wank me now! Quick, please!"

My pubes were crushed against him as I gripped his cock, unskinned the end and pulled back as hard as I could. I pulled back twice, stopped, then pulled again twice and with the accompaniment of guttural gurgles and a glazed look he fired off stream after stream of thick, creamy come all over his chest and onto his face.

Billy, meanwhile, was roaring like a bull-elephant and there were mingled cries from Charley as they both came. I flopped over Gerry and greedily slurped up the gobbets of spunk and fed them between his half-open lips. He tasted good, not so sweet as when we had first savoured each other's outpourings, a bit more salty perhaps but it was still my friend's wonderful essence. I looked over at the other pair and Charley was copying me with Billy swirling his long pink tongue over the proffered tongue.

Billy put out an arm and stroked Gerry and me.

"That was good, wasn't it? I'm glad you've got Charley, Gerry, thanks for lending him to me!"

"I'm not lent," said Charley, brushing his hand over Billy's sturdy chest, "I want to give you what I can, Billy, I'm very fond of you, and Jamie, and I love Gerry very much!"

We lay together for a while then got up and had a quick wash. I went downstairs and made mugs of hot cocoa and when I got back Billy and Gerry were together on my wider bed and Charley was sitting up against the headboard of the narrower one. We sat and drank the cocoa and as I sat next to Charley he began to feel my shaft.

I was hard again very quickly and saw as he gently massaged just below my knob that drops of clear liquid welled up through my piss-slit. I had observed since I was about sixteen that the amount of this liquid had increased every time I got aroused. I had noticed over the last few months that my underpants almost always had a damp stain on them caused by my drool, as I called it, because getting a hardon several times a day meant an outflow each time. In fact, some days it was so copious it was a wonder it didn't come through my grey school trousers. I knew from the wank-mags which Paul had given me that the Yanks called it precum but I didn't know of any English word for it. Even Jacob had remarked on the amount I produced as a long thin streamer hung from my prick one day and he said it was a very good lubricant and tasted fine. I knew it tasted nice, rather sweet, because I'd wiped it up with my fingers many times when I was preparing to have a wank in bed. Charley saw the drop sliding down my knob and gently caught it on his fingertip. He put it to his mouth.

"Tastes nice, just like mine," he commented.

"What is it?" I asked, "I always get lots."

Billy said he had it sometimes but not always then Gerry spoke up.

"It's a secretion from your Cowper's glands, Jamie, it's for lubrication and you seem to have quite a production of that as well as the amount of spunk you shoot."

We all looked at him, amazed. Cowper's glands? He saw our looks and grinned.

"Well, I am doing Biology and I do want to be a doctor so I've been reading up medical books from the reference library. It's all in some tome about the reproductive system I read during the summer holidays. It's quite interesting what you've got inside there," he said, prodding Billy just above his dick, "Lots of bits and pieces all working together to make you come. And, did you know, once you start to come you can't stop it because it's a reflex action."

Charley gave a low chuckle and nodded.

"I know! My mum opened the door of the bathroom one morning just as I was getting there. Luckily I called out and she didn't come in, but I'd let go of my cock and it took over and I splattered my stuff all over the place. Good job she didn't see that!"

We all agreed once you got to a certain point you felt nothing would stop it and Billy related his near miss when he was sitting on the bog handling his hardon not realising his dad was still at home but he did have time to point his prick down into the bowl.

Charley was still circling my knob end with his finger and licking off my secretion as Gerry had called it.

"Do you want to put that lubricating fluid to good use?" Charley asked me, and without further ado slid down the bed and raised his legs. "Come on Jamie, let 'em watch!"

I was ready and very willing. The jousting with my lance into Gerry had primed me and made me wanting more. Charley grabbed the Vaseline and anointed his own pucker pushing one, then two fingers forcefully into himself. I rolled over and knelt between his legs and inserted my first finger as well and we vied for supremacy. After a minute or two of furious finger-fucking Charley was gasping a bit.

"Put it in now, please, PLEASE!" he commanded, clenching his teeth.

I positioned myself, withdrew my finger and pushed my cockhead against his still inserted fingers. As they came out I went in. There was an audible `pop' as his ring snapped tightly shut round the base of my knob. I pushed and gradually my well-lubricated shaft went in until, as with Gerry, my pubes were grinding against him. This time, whatever he said, I was determined to fuck slowly and make it last.

I looked across at Billy and Gerry who were sitting side by side just holding each other's erect pricks. A silvery drop was very evident on the tip of Billy's knob.

"I should use that lubricant on him, Billy!" I grunted out as I pushed home even harder to a squeal from Charley.

They arranged themselves on the other bed and I saw Billy flourish his thick rod before entering a whimpering Gerry. Billy had seen I was going at my task slowly and copied me once his whole length was in and he was pressed tightly against Gerry. We were very closely aligned on the two beds so Charley and Gerry put their arms under each others necks and drew themselves as near together as they could. While Billy and I fucked them they tongue-fucked and jacked each other at the same time. Billy and I sat up on our haunches as far as we could and crossed our arms over each other's shoulders so our mouths could meet and the four of us fucked, wanked and tongued until we were all sweating copiously and I felt myself getting ready to come somewhere deep in Charley. But then, he beat me to it, I felt him somehow vibrating on my shaft as he let forth a great stream of cum. My orgasm followed shortly after that with several spasms jolting my pubes against him. We were all still sucking on each other's mouths and I felt Billy's breathing rate change and he nearly bit into my tongue as his spunk burrowed into Gerry. Finally Gerry shot his load and he and Charley groaned in unison.

Still with our pricks in our partners and our mouths glued together, Billy and I twisted our torsos and clung to each other while, somehow, Gerry and Charley did the same. In the end the four of us just collapsed together in a sweaty, dishevelled but so-happy heap and all clutched each other and rubbed the two lad's spunk all over our fronts. This was when I noticed that Billy was beginning to produce a spread of fine, soft black hairs on his chest.

I whispered, "Heh, lads, our Billy's growing up. Look what I can see!"

I caressed his chest with the fingers of my right hand. Some of Charley's cum sticking to my fingers raised the fine dusting so they were more visible.

"Something else for you to measure, Gerry. First sproutings of the season, eh?"

Billy was ever so proud of these first sightings. I think almost as proud as when he found he could make stuff as a thirteen and a half year old in this same bedroom. He said he'd seen Paul's hair on his chest and I said he'd got even hairier over the last few month's but he was nothing compared with Jacob. I had already told them about Jacob's hairy legs but I now told them about his complete furriness, including that he had quite a patch at the base of his spine.

At that Gerry turned over and said, "What about this?" Crumbs, I'd never noticed but he had a trail for about an inch leading out of his crack. I'd been too busy always getting my dick in to notice that! That set the four of us off exploring each other closely for signs of anything we hadn't observed before. Charley had a strawberry mark on one leg while, as well as this eruption on his chest, Billy's balls were decidedly hairier we decided. They all agreed that my balls were bigger than last summer and I knew I had also got just a bit taller.

We decided that we were fairly satiated and disentangled ourselves and washed and got in to the two beds. I was last out of the bathroom and found, like good friends they were, I was allowed to have half the narrow bed, with Charley as my sleeping partner. We all lay and chatted for ages mulling over all manner of things and from the movements in the other bed I knew they were also feeling and exploring each other as Charley and I were doing. I don't think they tossed each other off, we didn't, we just luxuriated in each other's company. In the end Billy demanded the light be put out as he needed his beauty sleep. "Too right!" was the triple reply.

I awoke, still rather sleepy, but with a raging hardon. Charley and I had ended up facing each other and his hand was cupping my balls. I supposed he'd found them during the night and was still clutching them while he snored on. I needed a piss so extricated myself from his clasp and slid out of bed. The bathroom light was on and Gerry was sitting on the bog.

"Got here first!" he said, quite cheerily allowing for the time. "Shan't be long, had an urgent need for a shit."

I made my excuses and backed out, not wishing to be overwhelmed with Gerry's emanations. I went downstairs and put the kettle on and stood watching the proverbial non-boiler. My need for a piss was increasing, especially as I had run the water for the kettle so I hefted my cock and did something I'd never done before, I pissed in the sink. I was just luxuriating in the relief and just about to turn the tap on to wash away the evidence when there was a low whistle behind me. It was Gerry. He came up behind me and caught hold of my dick which I was still aiming at the plughole.

"Practising writing your name in the snow, eh?"

I laughed. This was a standing joke between us. Four of us Scouts had tried to write our names by directing our streams of piss into the blanket of snow which had fallen during one of the winter Monday evenings when we were fifteen or so. Gerry and I had the shortest names and had managed quite well although my J' was a bit lopsided. Poor Christopher Barton had only enough output to get to the p' of his name and Bernard Crumb gave up after an abortive effect at a neat capital `B'. After that every time snow fell there was a line-up of aspirants until Skip suggested that we directed our efforts elsewhere. Someone said he'd only said that because he'd noticed that Jimmy Cate's name was in Benny Forbes' handwriting!

"You know, your's is bigger than any of ours."

"No, Gerry, your's is only a touch shorter than mine according to your last measurements. What, less than quarter of an inch?"

He wrinkled his nose. I looked him over. We were very much alike. Almost same height, dark-haired, well-defined chest, hefty hairy legs and matching uncircumcised pricks.

"We are longer than the other's though," I continued, "Longer, perhaps, not thicker. Billy's got volume!"

He snickered. "Yep, and he certainly knows how to use it. I can still feel it from last night!"

He rubbed my foreskin up and down a bit.

"D'you want it now?"

I grinned at him. "No, let's have a quartet again. Pity Kish isn't here and we could have a quintet."

He snickered again. "Kish gets plenty anyway. He told me Friday afternoon that young Varun wears him out."

I was about to get a bit of juicy gossip so, as he hadn't let go of my dick, I cupped my hand under his balls and felt their weight.

"Tell me more," I said.

The kettle boiled and I made a pot of tea. I carried the tray and he led me, with a hand on my prick, out of the kitchen into the livingroom and we sat side by side on the sofa.

"Kish told me...," he began as we settled down, "...that Young Varun now sleeps with him all the time and wakes up first every morning and they suck each other off." He squeezed my dick. "Wish I had a brother who'd wake me up like that, eh, Jamie?"

"Too right," I said, bemoaning the fact, internally, that I didn't have a brother either, older or younger to help me satisfy my needs.

"Not only that, Varun has to be fucked every night while Kish wanks him off.

He says he won't fuck Kish until his dick's bigger!"

What a piece of gossip! I bet old Mrs Lake over the road from us, who was the local gossip- monger, didn't have such succulent morsels to discuss with her neighbours. I giggled inside as I thought here we are like two old grannies, drinking our morning tea, trading lovely bits of gossip. I thought I'd better add something.

"Varun isn't all that small, I know, I've tossed him off."

Gerry gaped at me. "When was that?"

I recounted the tale of handing over old sports kit and the ensuing encounter with Varun sucking Kish and me off and my manipulation of Varun's lusty young dong. I said I thought it was getting on for five inches then, at least a good four and a half.

"Oh Christ," Gerry laughed and said, "He is a sexy monster. Anyway, Kish says it's over five now 'cause he's keeping the measurements for my charts. And I'll tell you something else." This last statement accompanied by a heftier squeeze of my rigid dong. "Little bastard's also got that other pair, you know, Smye and Mee, round his little finger."

I said I knew they helped with deliveries from his dad's shop.

"Yeah, and they have a wank apiece as often as Varun can get them in their storeroom." He snorted. "Kish said he'd discovered Varun makes them all shoot into a paper bag as he doesn't want cum on the floor for his father to find!"

We both laughed at the image of three young cocks in succession being popped into a paper bag to the sound of adolescent moans of joy and the thwacks of squirts of cum hitting the sides of the rustling container.

Gerry had finished his tea and pored himself a second one from the pot.

"How are you and Charley? Still OK?" I asked.

He smiled a smile of complete happiness. "Oh, yes, we have really got to know each other the last few weeks. In fact, as we both want to go to Med School I'm going to work for mum for a year and then we can go together as long as we both get places at the same one. Mum's opening a third salon and I said I would help with managing." He saw my look of amusement. "Certainly not the hairdressing! Anyway, mum said she would pay for me and I've got the trust fund when I'm twenty-one." I must have looked a bit puzzled. "Well you know Mum had me before she was going to get married?" I nodded, I had heard this some time ago but had never thought about it. "The chap she was going to get married to got hit by a car and the insurance paid up and it was put into trust for me. Mum has never told me who she was going to marry. I wonder sometimes but in some ways I'm not really interested. Mum's looked after me and I think I've done well without a dad."

I had to agree, Gerry was for me a very good friend and he was the kindest person I knew. I said I hoped it was someone as nice as him she was going to marry and I thought to myself how well I'd got on with my Dad.

Gerry smiled at my compliments and placed his cup on the tray on the table in front of us. "What about some breakfast now?" he asked, giving my shaft another tweak.

I put my cup down too. "If you do that much more you'll be cleaning my Mum's sofa."

He rather reluctantly took his hand away.

"Come on," he said, "We'll have some breakfast upstairs first. You know!"

He pursed his lips into an O formation.

"We'll take them some tea as well to lubricate their throats. And I'm having Billy, OK!"

I thought over the previous evening's couplings and decided to make all's fair I would get my pre-breakfast from Gerry which would mean Billy sucking off Charley and Charley fixing his mouth on me. We reloaded the tray and I preceded Gerry up the stairs with one of his fingers firmly pressed against my ring.

The other two were still fast asleep as I poured out their cups of tea. I gave one to Gerry who went over to Billy and gently woke him. I did the same to Charley and another pair of old grannies were soon sitting up in the beds sipping tea.

"God, that was good," Billy enthused after draining his cup. "Any more in the pot?" he asked holding it out.

He had a second and I could see Gerry was getting impatient. As soon as he'd finished Gerry took the cup away from him.

"OK, Billy and Charley, it's breakfast time," he announced, "Move over you two, Jamie's got the order of menu."

I grinned. "Oh yep," I said, pointing in turn, "Gerry, you will have this sausage for starters, the Billy Hall Bargain. Billy can have that chipolata over there-...," Charley stuck his tongue out at me, "...- sorry Charley, it's not fattened up to a full-size polony yet but Billy will work on that. I'll have Gerry's bratwurst and Charley can have the sixpenny special - a full-sized Tanner!"

They all groaned at the feebleness of my joke but soon got into position and the serious business of the early morning got under way. After a few moments Billy was heard to murmur that it was the best bit of pink polony he'd tasted since yesterday. Silence ensued except for slight sighs and hurried intakes of breath. All four were concentrating hard on giving their companions a great deal of satisfaction. Each was experiencing the most pleasurable feelings and somehow we were all trying to prolong ours and the others euphoria as long as possible. My cock was out of Charley's mouth for several minutes as he licked and sucked my balls. His tongue then made a wet track from by balls to the ridge below my knob. He touched that most sensitive of spots where the knob was joined to the shaft and my whole body twitched in response. I tried the same tactic on Gerry who moaned and groaned in far-gone delight as a copious load was dumped across the roof of my mouth. I heard Billy whispering `More, more' in response to whatever Gerry was doing to him. That meant Billy had been experimenting on Charley's rod as well. That experimentation finished rather abruptly with a muted cry from Charley and a gurgling sound from Billy who must have received a full load rather unexpectedly. Charley then attacked my cock from all angles. It was in and out of his mouth, sucked on savagely, licked with copious amounts of saliva and, finally, just as I knew I couldn't hold out any longer he took as much of my length into his mouth, gave about five tremendous sucks and away I blew!! I looked across at where Gerry had his mouth stretched wide over Billy's thickness. Billy was actively face-fucking him with spasmodic thrusts of his buttocks. Gerry's eyes were tightly shut as Billy began to roar. I reached over and grabbed his balls which were tight up against the base of his prick. He roared even more as I clenched my fist. Gerry's eyes opened wide as the full force of Billy's jetting spunk hit him somewhere around the tonsils. Billy's roars changed to a sequence of "Oh, my God"'s delivered with much feeling and emphasis. We'd all had a real pre-breakfast treat!

We lay around and chewed the fat until Gerry reminded me he still wanted a proper breakfast so as they argued who was going to wash first I went downstairs and laid up the table in the breakfast room. I did a load of bacon and put that in the oven to keep hot.

I rushed into the downstairs loo and washed hurriedly and pulled on an old rugger shirt and shorts to make myself decent and went back to the kitchen to fry up a dozen eggs and make a mound of toast.

Charley came down first and put an arm round me as I stood at the stove.

"Gosh, I love all of you!" he said, "And I'm bloody starving as well!"

I told him to make coffee for all and we two short-order cooks had everything ready as the others ambled down the stairs deep in conversation. Billy gave us a hug all round and also said he was starving. We all started on cereal and I watched as two packets were rapidly emptied, mentally making a note to replace the depleted stores before my mother returned! Three eggs and a mound of bacon went onto hot plates with slices of toast to mop up the juices. A good night's fucking needed a good breakfast to replenish the energy expended!

We sat back with clean plates and Billy rudely burped, but apologised.

"Now, you two fuckers can clear up and wash up and then piss off to Gerry's wank cavern or wherever you spend your time 'cos Jamie here and me have work to do," Billy announced. "After that, my mum has invited Jamie to lunch, but.." And here he emphasised the `but'... "Then we'll be back here and I will be staying the night again to give my poor Jamie succour and comfort until we leave on the morrow for school. If you two sad bastards want to come back and stay no doubt we can accommodate you, eh, Jamie?"

I was having no say in the matter. My house was being turned into a den of iniquity and I was going to enjoy every moment of it.

"Make certain you tell your parents where you will be, Charley," I said, "I don't want them sending out search parties and finding you locked in the arms of Billy the Bruiser with his....."

I didn't get the chance to finish as Billy placed a large, rather greasy hand over my mouth.

"...And I will personally see you have a good night's sleep, after whatever!" he said, emphasising the `whatever'.

Good lads they were as Billy and I went upstairs, me to write out neatly the last solution to Dr Bell's problems and Billy to write the History essay he had been mulling over since Christmas.

I came back down about eleven to find the kitchen spotless and a note propped up against the teapot, "See you at five and we'll bring supper, Luv, G & C, XXXX".

To be continued:..........Final instalment to come!

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