Hidden Mysteries

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Hidden Mysteries

by

Alexander

Why is sex such a mystery? Or, to be more accurate, why is it kept such a dark secret from those who would enjoy it most? Writing from my fifteen-year-old standpoint, I am sure that a lot of boys would be much less of a social problem if they had been told about the joys of masturbation, mutual or otherwise, at the right time. I know I prefer the happiness of a good circle jerk or something similar than the insanity that drink or drugs bring. And the bliss of a good orgasm is far superior (and healthier!) - I believe. Given the choice between abusing alcohol, drugs, or your dick, I know which I would choose. Allow me to explain.

I was introduced to sex by my twelve-year-old cousin. Or, to be more precise, the practical application of the lessons I'd suffered from at school. I'd known about the theoretical things for years, sometimes from the stuff taught at school, or more often than not by listening to older boys 'talking dirty'. The problem with Sex Ed lessons is that they are either boringly stupid, given by an embarrassed teacher, or given too late. I was taught about masturbation last year when I was 13 - a year after I'd found out about it all by myself, ever since when I'd been an avid devotee.

I'd had erections ever since I can remember, but thought nothing much of them except that they were embarrassing, always happening at the wrong time or in the wrong place. I even remember getting hard once when my mother was bathing me - all two inches of it standing upright from my tiny round balls. That was the last time she bathed me.

As I got older, I found getting a hard on gave me a nice, warm feeling, often providing me with something to take my mind away from a boring lesson. And holding it was fun: as long as no one saw you!

Then at age 11, I changed schools and went to 'the big school' and my knowledge increased exponentially, or at least my vocabulary did. I also learned two other things which were to have a lifelong effect on me. Oddly enough they happened at the same time.

PE was my favourite lesson and I was always the first one to get changed, keen to get started on whatever we were doing. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't especially good at it, and I hated team games like soccer or rugby. What I did enjoy was watching the other boys change - it always gave me a woodie.

On this particular day, as usual, I was the first into my brief white PE shorts and was sitting on the bench, watching the others secretively as they stripped. Some of the other boys were doing the same thing of course and I really liked it when they got hard like me - especially Ravi and Martyn whose cocks looked nicer than the others whether they were hard or not. For some reason, it suddenly struck me that the only time I got a boner nowadays was when I looked at, or thought about, boys - never when I saw pictures of girls or women. That must mean, I realised with a bit of a shock that I must be a perv or a queer. Strangely enough, it didn't bother me at all, except that if any of the others found out, they'd kill me. But then there was no reason why they ever would.

The second life-changing event happened just half an hour later. We were climbing the ropes hung from the roof when, as usual, my arms gave out half-way up and I gripped the thick rope between my legs as I'd been taught, taking a bit of a rest. Not trusting my arms any more, I got ready to haul myself up higher, but keeping the rope fixed firmly between my thighs. As I struggled manfully to get higher, I was suddenly attacked by a most wonderful and exciting feeling ever from my prick, which instantly erected. So intense was the sensation that I gasped in awe and held on to the rope for dear life, afraid I would fall. After a few seconds the feeling went away rather to my disappointment. Experimentally I pulled myself higher. Instantly I was rewarded by the magical feeling again! This was good. This was fantastic! This was bloody marvellous! In a daze, I found the strength to pull myself up to the top of the rope, completely oblivious to anything else except the fierce heat emanating from my groin. The next thing I knew was that my body juddered and jerked and I hung on to the rope desperately, hips humping like a rabbit and thrusting my prick against it. After what seemed a lifetime, I pulled myself together with an immense effort and lowered myself to the ground, still shaking. As I slithered down I became aware uncomfortably aware of a wet, sticky feeling in my shorts. It didn't feel like piss and my first thought was that it was blood from somewhere - perhaps I'd hurt myself somehow. Anxiously I stared down at my shorts expecting to see a red stain, but all I could see was a smallish damp spot, colourless and almost invisible. As inconspicuously as possible I slipped my hand inside my shorts and felt around. I was rewarded with the feeling of a sticky, slimy goo which seemed to be concentrated around my prick, especially at the end of it.

Now convinced that I'd done some serious damage, I begged to be excused and ran to the toilets to examine myself. To my astonishment, I appeared to be complete and undamaged, the only visible thing being that my cock was bright pink and very tender. And there was the cause of my panic - a few drops of watery-grey sticky stuff. Carefully I scooped up a tiny bit and examined it closely. Nothing special except that it smelt a bit like bleach or chlorine, and (disgustingly!) tasted of salt. It only took a few seconds for me to realise what it was. Spunk! Much relieved, and inordinately pleased with myself I leaned back and grinned insanely. At last! I could actually do it. Proudly I cleaned myself up as best I could and re-joined my class.

Getting showered a few minutes later, it was only with the greatest restraint that I managed not to shout out to everyone that I could actually get the stuff that made babies! Instead I satisfied myself by looking at as many of the pricks around me as I could, wondering how many of them could do it.

It only took until that night before I discovered that I could achieve exactly the same effect as the rope did by using my hand. Better in fact because it lasted longer.

Thus began an orgy of masturbation. At least twice, and usually more, times a day I would rush to the toilets, drop my pants and within seconds proudly shoot out my seed. I did it so often, and so vigorously that my dick soon became raw, tender and painful to the touch - until I discovered the bottle of baby oil in the bathroom cupboard. Then I could do it as often as I wanted, the record being five times in one day!

Rather than diminish my interest in boys, my new-found hobby heightened it immensely and I perved on them endlessly. I even went as far (I'm ashamed to say) as making coded notes in my diary of what they looked like. Ravi had the best one. He was from India or somewhere and had a light brown skin which always seemed to be shiny somehow. His prick was a bit longer than mine, silky smooth and uncircumcised as was I. It hung down over his balls in a graceful curve, the end of it precisely in line with them. I'd seen it half-hard once and it looked even better.

Martyn's was different, but almost as nice. His was shorter and fatter than mine and didn't hang down in the same way either - it seemed to sort of stick out straight in front of him like a pole - almost as if he had a hard on. He was circumcised too, like Richard, Steve and Ahmed.

For weeks Ravi and Martyn fuelled my wanking fantasies, images of their naked bodies flashing through my mind as I jerked off to yet another fantastic orgasm. I often imagined what it would be like doing it with them, or even better, doing it for them, but the chances of that ever happening were next to zero I sadly realised.

As time went by, I fantasised about doing it with other boys more and more. I worked out all sorts of ways to get them to have a go with me, but of course never had the nerve to do anything about it. At best, the only thing I ever managed to do was grab a quick feel when we had an all-too-rare game of grab-a-crotch.

It was a year before my dreams were fulfilled and from a totally unexpected source.

My cousin Jason is two years younger than me and I'd known him for ever, but at my age a two year difference in ages is a lifetime and I'd ignored him as much as I could. This year, as usual, our parents had rented a cottage by the sea and we were to spend two weeks on holiday there. Vaguely I entertained hopes of finding a boy my own age during the holiday and seducing him into satisfying my adolescent desires. A wild, impossible dream, but it was all I had.

We arrived at the cottage in the middle of the afternoon and were pleased to find that it was almost on the beach for once and not a thousand yards away as they had all been before.

Jason and I were to share a room as we always did, and once we'd had the usual friendly argument as to who had which of the two single beds, we unpacked.

"Going for a swim before tea?" Jason asked as he rammed the last of his clothes into a draw.

Automatically my dick gave a twitch as it reminded me that I had at least one boy to perv on for the holiday - untouchable, but at least I could look.

"OK," I grinned.

Throwing my bathing shorts on my bed, I stripped off slowly watching Jason out of the corner of my eye. We have never been shy about undressing in front of each other - shyness isn't an option if you'd been bathed together as often as he and I had, but now it was different and I was glad.

Jason had stripped off completely before realising that his Speedos were buried somewhere in one of the draws. I was thus treated to an unexpected sight of Jason's naked body as he searched. My prick got hard as I stared at him. His prick and balls were much the same as mine at his age - smooth, unblemished and very nice looking.

With a shake of my head, I came back to Earth and dressed quickly, taking care to turn my back on him to hide my erection.

The sea was warm and welcoming and we played together happily. In fact I enjoyed messing about with him more than I usually did, no doubt because of my new-found interest in his body. I could even touch and hold him under the pretext of our games. My dick never softened once!

It was while we were swimming between each other's legs that I made my mind up. His black and red Speedos were so skimpy that they left very little to the imagination - I could even see the outline of his dick and balls as I'd noticed several times.

Pretending to mis-time my dive, I pressed the back of my hand against him as I swam to the surface. As far as I could tell, there was no reaction from him at all, which gave me the courage to do it again - and again. Eventually I got the result I wanted. His dick had grown and was now definitely bulging out his briefs. It was just then that he decided that it was time for us to change over, probably because he knew his hard-on must be showing.

Unfortunately I was wearing those stupid swimming shorts that come down to your knees. They were fine when I was swimming at school or at the public baths because they covered everything up, but now they were the last thing I wanted.

They didn't stop Jason though. It took him three or four tries to find exactly where my tackle was, but from then on he felt them every time he swam between my legs.

I don't think Jason thought there was anything sexual in our game; at least as far as I could tell. I guess he assumed it was just something done for fun.

Our game was interrupted by my mother waving to tell us that tea was ready. So, with arms draped casually over each other's shoulders we went indoors to dry off and get changed. We showered separately, me being the oldest and biggest jumping in first. I toyed with my prick for a while but decided that I didn't have the time for a proper wank - I hoped to find time later for that when everyone was asleep.

I showered quickly and threw on a T-shirt and jeans before joining the others. Grabbing a plateful of sandwiches and a cup of tea, I sat cross-legged on the floor, gazing at the TV.

Jason came in soon after dressed only in a short tank top thing and a pair of loose fitting yellow shorts. He sorted out his food and squatted down on the floor opposite me, his back leaning against a chair. We gave each other a grin and settled down to eat.

Unavoidably my eyes wandered towards Jason who looked more attractive to me than any boy aught to. Whilst he was intent on watching the TV news, I feasted on his body. I'd never actually looked at him closely before, certainly not in the way I was now anyway. His hair was dark brown and massively curly - the sort that can't be combed but only brushed into something less untidy. He had a round face with deep-set brown eyes to match his hair and his lips, a bit too thin for my taste, were a remarkable pink colour.

As my gaze moved down his body, past his little innie belly-button to his crotch, I almost choked on my sandwich. His shorts had ridden up slightly so that his thighs were almost completely exposed. My dick gave a twitch as it began to wake up. Feeling slightly nervous, I glanced around the room to make sure I hadn't been caught leering at Jason. Luckily the parents were sat around the table talking, me and Jason forgotten about.

Returning my stare to his groin, I gave another gulp as I realised that he couldn't be wearing any underwear. At least if he were, they must be very brief as I could clearly see the line where his legs joined his body. More than that, I was convinced I could see the taught pink skin of one of his balls.

My cock came to full attention now, painfully restricted in my jeans. Pretending to make myself more comfortable, I wriggled about on the floor, taking the chance to straighten it out. Feeling much more comfortable now, I relaxed and resumed my inspection.

By a stroke of bad luck, Jason caught my eye and giggled quietly at me - I'd been caught out! Blushing bright crimson, I managed a weak smile and turned away, acutely embarrassed. There was another suppressed giggle and a little cough. Looking back at Jason, he nodded down in the direction of his crotch and grinned broadly.

Christ! He'd moved his shorts even higher up than they were, and I could clearly see his prick and balls, only just covered by the yellow material.

It didn't seem to bother Jason in the slightest, in fact I'm sure that he enjoyed giving me a show. Several times he adjusted his position with the obvious intention of teasing, and exciting, me.

My boner must be visible I thought, but enthralled as I was, couldn't care less. In fact I rested my hand on it for a few seconds for Jason's benefit, enjoying the secret game we were playing.

It took a few minutes, but I was fascinated to watch Jason's cock slowly begin to stir. There was no doubt about it, he was getting a hard-on! This time it was his turn to blush and with a sly, private smile, he pulled his shorts down to hide it. Sorry that the show was over, I turned back to the TV.

"Wanna play a game?" I heard Jason say.

My mind lit up instantly: but then dimmed down as I realised he couldn't possibly mean the sort of game I had in mind, at least not here and now. In any case I very much doubt if he had a clue about the sort of game I had in mind. The secret one we'd just played, as far as he was concerned, was nothing more than a bit of innocent boyish fun.

"What sort of game?" I asked.

"Scrabble if you like. I've got my travel one here somewhere."

"OK," I agreed and watched as he stood up to go fetch it. He still had the remains of his erection I noticed as he carefully manoeuvred himself past the 'rents, keeping his back to them.

We played seriously for a while, stretched out on the floor, heads resting on crooked arms. I found it difficult to concentrate though as I just couldn't keep my eyes from those yellow shorts and my mind on what was inside them. The fact that Jason knew exactly what I was doing didn't help - all it did was to enable him to take a convincing lead.

It was during the third game that we gave up trying to take it seriously. We competed with each other in making up dirty words from a handful of tiles taken out of the bag, wiping them off the board instantly before any of the adults saw them.

Filled as it was with the sexy thoughts that Scrabble was giving me, the game of hide 'n seek we'd played with Jason's cock and balls and the erotic swim we'd had in the afternoon, my mind was in free-fall. I decided that I wanted to jerk off badly: apart from anything else, I'd only had the one today and that was in bed before I had to get up.

Just as I was preparing to pay a visit to the bathroom and take care of things, Jason beat me to it and got there first. He could only have gone for a piss because he was back in two minute, yawning.

"OK, you two, bed time," my dad said, spying Jason's yawn.

For once I didn't argue and plead for another half-hour, and after saying goodnights to everyone, followed Jason to our bedroom.

I'd given up on the idea of having a wank in the bathroom and had decided to wait until everyone was asleep and then have a quiet surreptitious one in the comfort of my bed. Smiling inwardly to myself, I undressed and despite the events of the day, kept my back to Jason.

I was down to my underpants, which I always slept in, when Jason interrupted my thoughts.

"Chicken!" he giggled from somewhere across the room.

Quizzically I turned to face him.

"You've seen mine, but you ain't shown me yours yet," he laughed lightly staring expectantly at the bulge in my underpants.

I couldn't really say no to him, after all he'd let me look at his for most of the evening, and even more so now as he stood naked in front of me.

The sight of his nakedness overcame any feelings of embarrassment I may have had and I allowed him to stare at me. In fact I rather enjoyed it after a while, even managing a smile for him.

Now that I could see all of him, I saw straight away that he was further along the road to puberty that I was at his age and didn't seem too far behind some of the boys in my class.

"Nice one!" he said lightly, "I've seen bigger ones though," he added giggling.

This didn't surprise me in the slightest as he probably did the same as me at school. The size bit didn't worry me either as the dicks bigger than mine didn't look anywhere as good as the others.

"Thanks!" he said eventually, before slipping into bed, still naked I noticed.

Leaving my undies on the floor, I did likewise.

We chatted in subdued whispers for a while, catching up on our lives since we'd last met. I found it easier to talk to him now than ever before, partly because he'd grown up a bit, but also because he seemed at least a little interested in the same things I was!

It was sometime later that we heard our parents go to bed, and after a few drinks by the sound of it.

"At last!" Jason whispered. "I thought they'd never go. Now we can talk properly."

We turned to face each other across the room, his slight frame visible under the single sheet and bathed in the pale moonlight.

"You got a boner?" he asked quietly. " 'Cause I have."

I laughed at this and lied to him that I hadn't, at least not yet.

"I get 'em all the bloody time," he went on, "Fuckin' embarrassing sometimes." I'd never heard him swear before and it came as a bit of a shock to hear him now, but I assumed it was his way of acting grown up.

"I do too," I told him and agreed that they always happens at the worst possible times.

We went on in this vein for a while until Jason said, "This's no good. Wanna come over here so we can talk properly?"

My heart skipped a beat as I heard this - something I'd hoped for, but thought would never happen. Trying to keep my voice as level as possible, I simply said, "OK," and climbed out of bed.

Neither of the beds were quite wide enough for us to lay side by side so we faced each other and put an arm under each other's neck. My other hand I rested on Jason's hip, realising as I did so that it was the first time ever I'd touched a boy, or anyone for that matter, so intimately - and it felt good.

"You hard yet?" Jason asked.

"I am now," I giggled.

"Me too, wanna feel it?"

In reply, I slid my hand under the bed sheet and reached down to his crotch.

It felt wonderful: silky, spongy and warm under my nervous, caressing fingers. It even felt right somehow as if a missing piece of a jigsaw had at last been found and fitted in place.

"Can I touch yours?" he asked.

"Yeah," I sighed.

His small hand grasped my shaft gingerly, almost as if it would break. Gaining in confidence he gently felt all round my swollen prick and balls. For weeks I'd dreamed of this happening, of being naked in bed with another boy, fondling and petting each other intimately. Until now it'd been Ravi or Martyn I'd imagined, but now at long last it was happening for real, and with a boy who was a very willing partner - if not the actual instigator even. I couldn't begin to believe how good it felt. The joint sensation of Jason's most precious bits held in my hand, and his urgent, delicate fingers exploring my crotch were almost unbearable. Emanating from my prick were ripples of pure bliss, each tiny movement of his gingers sending exotic waves of delight through every nerve in my body.

His disk fitted perfectly into my hand, a thing of exquisite beauty - soft, yet hard; hot yet cool; mine and not mine.

"Feels good, don't it!" Jason sighed, wriggling down the bed to get more comfortable.

"Yeah, perfect," I breathed.

"Ever do this with anyone else?"

"No, never," I said, instantly regretting being quite so honest. "You?"

"Yeah, lots," he giggled. "I like it."

Taken aback at the matt-of-fact way he admitted this incredible fact, I fell silent, slightly jealous and surprised that a boy two years my junior was seemingly far more experienced than I.

"Who with?" I whispered.

"My friend Dave and his brothers," he confided. "We do it all the time when I sleep over at their house."

He went on to tell me that Dave was his best friend at school and that he had two brothers, one aged 14 and the other 10. They only had a small house and so the boys all shared the same bedroom. "And," Jason went on, "I guess it was only natural that, well, things sort of happened."

"What sort of things?" I asked incredulously.

"We feel each other up, and get naked and sort of play with each other. Can you cum yet?"

The sudden change of tack threw me for a second, but I answered honestly and told him that I could.

"I can't yet, and neither can Dave, but we get the feelings though and it's awesome. Dave's big brother can, and he lets us do it for him sometimes."

"Here," Jason said after a moment, "Squidge up a bit closer."

Without questioning why, I moved nearer to him and was rewarded by Jason putting our dicks together and wrapping them in his hand.

"This's how me and Dave do it. Feels good, don't it?"

Great wasn't the word, but I was in no fit state to think of a better one.

"Wanna cum now?" Jason asked in the same tone of voice he'd use if he was asking if I wanted another drink or something.

"Yeah," I moaned.

Jason took his hand away for a moment and spit into it. Putting it back onto our cocks, he started to wank us both off.

It goes without saying that it didn't take very long for that dull ache in my balls to tell me that things were about to happen.

"Gonna cum!" I gasped.

Jason speeded his hand up and held his breath, grinning broadly at me, the excitement lending a bright gleam to his eyes.

When I came, it was fantastic, my cock throbbing desperately as Jason milked every last drop of spunk out of it, my whole body quivering and shaking with the effort. Seconds later, I felt Jason tense up and then press his dick hard into my crotch several times before he fell back, exhausted.

I wanted to hug him, stroke him, squeeze him and I don't know what else - anything to show him how I felt - but I held back, not sure whether he would like it or not. I satisfied myself by stroking his hair and running a hand up and down his back.

"You can kiss me if you want," he said dreamily, eyes closed.

Kissing hadn't played any part at all in my dreams: it simply had never occurred to me that boys could do it, but now it seemed the most natural thing to do. Leaning over, I touched my lips against his.

"That wasn't a kiss," he laughed, "This's a kiss."

He almost leapt on my chest, clapped my ears in his hands and planted his open mouth on my lips. Frantically, his tongue sought mine and we wrestled on the bed, kissing like the satyrs we'd become. To my amazement I found that I enjoyed our new game almost as much as our wanking - something else I would add to my dreams.

All good things must come to an end though I suppose, and after what seemed like only seconds I forced myself to break away from Jason.

"We gotta get some sleep, " I muttered.

"Stay here?" he asked wickedly.

"Can't," I told him. "What happens if the 'rents come it to wake us?"

"No panic," he grinned. "My watch has an alarm on it. I'll set it for early."

Against my better judgement, I relented, temptation and his body too much to resist.

"Here," Jason said, turning his back on me, "Stick your thing here."

Grabbing my prick in his hand, he slid it between his thighs and gripped it tightly.

"Put your hand on my cock," he added as he snuggled in close. "This's how me and Dave sleep."

Thus we drifted off, a blissful end to a surprising day.

Jason's alarm went off at six am. Still half asleep, he turned it off. During the night we'd turned to face each other and cuddled up close, my morning wood stuck between his thighs, much to my delight. I thought of having some fun and wake him with a surprise, but changed my mind, not knowing what he'd think. Carefully disentangling myself from him, I slipped out of his bed and back to my own cold and lonely one, leaving him naked and exposed.

I stared at his body, my hand busy with my boner, ejaculating magnificently as I perved on him.

No mention was made of our nocturnal adventures the following morning, we simply had fun and enjoyed ourselves in the arcades and on the beach.

It was only when we were sat cross-wise on a bench, sharing a tin of Coke that the sight of his yellow shorts reminded me.

"You wearing pants today?" I asked conversationally.

"No," he grinned. "I've got my trunks on in case we go in the water."

So had I as it happened.

I hadn't meant anything special by my question, just mild curiosity and something to talk about, but once my brain had started on this path, it followed through.

"I liked what we did last night," I said quietly. "Thanks." I added for some reason.

"I did too. I'm glad we did it. I thought I'd have to do without it for two weeks," he sniggered. "Was it really your first time?"

"Yeah," I admitted. "I've never thought about it before."

"Liar!" Jason laughed, punching me on the shoulder. "I don't believe you! I think about it all the time."

Blushing at having been caught out so easily, I grinned wryly at Jason, but couldn't think of anything to say.

"You ever do it with a girl?" Jason asked.

"No. I never think of 'em."

Shit! That was exactly the wrong thing to say. Jason would now know for sure that my interests lay in the other direction.

"Me neither. I only get a stiffie when I think of Dave, or some of the other boys. I don't care though, as long as I get a boner."

This made me feel better and I even got the start of an erection as Jason adjusted his own prick through his shorts.

"Speedos are a pain in the arse when you spring wood," he giggled. "Come on, let's go for a swim."

As we wandered back towards our cottage and the beach, I thought how envious I was of Jason's ability to talk about the gay stuff he did and how it didn't seem to mean very much more than a game to him. My fear of being labelled as a queer or poof had ensured that I kept my mouth tight shut as school and my thoughts very much to myself, but at the cost of being considered a loner and a bit of a nerd.

I'd worked myself into a fit of depression by the time we reached home and had half decided not to go swimming when Jason, cheerful as ever, punched me on the arm and said, "Come on, grumpy. Let's get wet!"

It's impossible to stay pissed off with someone like Jason around, his happy, carefree attitude was infectious and it wasn't long before we were happily messing about in the sea.

I hadn't enjoyed myself as much for ages: I found Jason was great fun to be with and was full of energy. We played together, laughing and joking incessantly taking immense delight in simply messing about and getting a good feel once in a while

Tired out, we eventually made our way home, arm in arm, and as happy as sandboys. We'd missed tea, which for once only earned us a slight bollocking. The parents had arranged to go out to the pub for the evening, much to our joy and had got pizzas and a couple of sci-fi films for us to watch. It didn't take them long to get themselves ready for their night out, and once they'd gone Jason and I settled down to have an evening by ourselves.

Like two little kids, we turned all the lights off and stretched out side by side on the carpet, feasting on the pizza and watching the films. Partway through, Jason rested his arm across my back and grinned at me, his lips covered in tomato sauce and cheesy bits. Smiling back, I put my arm on his shoulders and relaxed.

And this is how the 'rents found us when they came back. Fast asleep on the floor amid a welter of empty pizza boxes, Coke tins and crisp packets, the TV hissing to itself.

Bleary-eyed and only half awake we were laughed at and sent to bed.

By the time we'd had a nominal wash and got undressed, we were wide awake of course and started to chat as we snuggled down in our beds.

Having dispensed with the events of the day in the first five minutes, it was Jason who got the ball rolling.

"Wanna talk?" he whispered.

We'd already been talking of course. But we both knew what he meant.

"Yeah. You come over here," I replied. It was my turn to play host.

I watched, enchanted, as his lithe, naked body skipped across the floor and jumped in bed alongside me. Settling himself down, he lifted the sheet covering us and gazed at our bodies.

"You hard yet?" he said as he did so.

"No, not yet," I replied, stating the obvious.

"Me neither. Let's concentrate and try to stop 'em getting boned."

We stared at our limp cocks willing them not to move. It had quite the opposite effect of course, and we watched, fascinated, as they slowly grew in stature.

"I won!" he giggled. "You got hard first!"

"Didn't," I answered, knowing that I had.

"OK, then, Let's not touch each other."

That lasted less than five minutes before I felt Jason's hand slide over my thigh and grasp my dick.

"You win!" he said softly, but made no attempt to remove his hand. "Put yours on mine."

I gladly did so, letting his cock and balls lay enticingly under my unmoving hand.

This was nice: very nice. I felt a warm glow suffuse my body, acutely aware of a hand that wasn't mine cuddling my dick and a beautiful cock that wasn't mine either, resting under my fingers.

Jason must have been happy too as neither of us spoke for ages, both wrapped up in our own world.

"You reckon the 'rents are in bed yet?" Jason whispered.

"Think so," I answered. "I can't hear them."

"Wanna play?" he giggled, giving my knackers a squeeze.

"Yeah. What?"

"Well," he whispered, "When Dave and his big brother are asleep, sometimes Pete, he's the little one, gets into my bed and we play a secret sort of game."

"What's that?" I asked.

Jason cupped his hands over my ear and told me what they did. As he went on, I got more and more aroused, his words forming weird pictures in my mind. When he'd finished, I looked at him. Even in the moonlight I could see he was blushing and grinning broadly at the same time - a mixture of embarrassment and excitement showing.

"Wanna try it?" Jason said quietly.

I could tell by the way he asked that he wanted to do it badly, but at the same time was ready for me to say no because it was too bizarre.

"OK," I mouthed. "What do we do?"

His face lit up in delighted surprise and I got a big toothy grin.

"Brill!" he said. "You'll like this. It's fantastic! We need a bit of oil or something really, but I guess we can do without."

I remembered the bottle of baby oil I'd hidden at the bottom of my back-pack 'just in case'. Jason was almost euphoric when I handed it to him.

"Ace!" he smirked, giving it a shake. "You wanna go first?"

He lay face down on the bed, his head resting on his folded arms, looking at me out of the corner of his eye.

"Rub it all over my bum," he said, shaking at me provocatively and splaying his legs. "And put some in my crack as well."

It's amazing the feeling you get when you play with someone's bum. As I massaged the oil into his cheeks, I felt an awesome tingle run through me, even my dick twitched at the feeling. Watching my fingers kneading the soft, pliable muscles I was getting incredibly horny - and so was Jason, judging by the low 'mmmms' and Aaaahs' he purred out.

Sliding a well-oiled finger deep down his crack and rubbing it over his bum-hole was almost too much for me. My cock throbbed and I almost came as I concentrated on Jason's arse.

"That's nice!" Jason mumbled. "Feels really good! Put it in now if you like."

Kneeling between his legs, I carefully lay my dick along his crack and leaned forwards, resting my arms beside Jason's head. Slowly I began to slide it up and down his bum.

Sometimes I've wondered what it would feel like actually putting my dick up a girl and had even tried using a bottle to find out, but it was never any good. Now though, my steel-hard tool was being squeezed tightly between Jason's buns, and it was unbelievable! The warmth, the slick oily feel and the steady fucking I was giving him was out of this world. Jason too was spaced out, grunting quietly each time I bore down on him. Somehow he managed to put his hands behind him and grasping my hips encouraged me to pump him harder.

"Gonna cum!" I moaned.

"Go for it!" Jason managed to stammer out.

I felt my nuts tighten and the gobs of cum shoot down my cock, the slimy goo jetting out and spreading under my belly and against Jason's back.

Jason handed me his tank top which I used to wipe his back and arse dry before attending to myself. Usually my dick goes soft after I've cum and I feel sort of pissed off for a bit, but this time my boner stayed fairly hard and I felt wonderful, astounded by how good Jason felt under my body.

" 'S my turn," he giggled before I'd had chance to catch my breath.

I'd only just got comfortable when Jason started to spread the oil on my butt. Enthusiastically he rubbed it in, as quickly as he could. I jumped a couple of times as his fingers ran over my bum hole but almost before I could react I felt him lay on top of me and fit his cock between my buns.

"Aaaah!" He sighed as he savoured the sensation. "That's nice!"

For a few delicious moments, Jason lay stretched out down my back, his head resting between my shoulder blades.

"You're arse is bigger than Pete's, " he mused.

I couldn't care less I thought, the weight of his body, the feel of his smooth skin against mine and the stiff dick in my crevice was all I wanted to think about.

Slowly he began to work his dick up and down by lifting his hips rather than slide his body; I could feel his cockhead between my buns, parting them gently but irresistibly. Yet again I was astounded by the knowledge and talents my 12 year old cousin had, and the joyful, simple pleasure he took in sharing them. To Jason, his sexuality was something to enjoy, preferably in the company of others; to revel in and to relish. The fact that it was forbidden and secretive added a further delight.

"Kneel up," he whispered.

He lifted me up by the hips, getting me to point my arse at him. Taking his nob in his hand, he expertly fitted it between my cheeks and slid it back and forth, his dickhead pressed against me. Several times he let it slide over my hole causing me to jump at first, but now I'd got used to it, I actually enjoyed it for some reason.

"Ever stick it inside?" I asked, putting my thoughts into words as soon as they crossed my mind.

The fact that you could, or would even want to, had never occurred to me before. All my masturbatory fantasies had been centred around the front of me, and had involved hands and not bums.

"No," Jason replied, still keeping up his steady rocking. "Pete tried to do it to me a couple of times, but his dick ain't long enough. And he wouldn't let me do him because mine's too big."

It was a no-brainer. "Wanna try it now?"

I felt Jason pause, his cock coming to a stop against my ring.

"You sure? Can I? I mean can we?"

For once Jason was stuck for words.

"Go for it," I told him. "Before I change my mind."

Valiantly he tried to force his way in, but succeeded only in getting frustrated. Him and me both. So near and yet so far.

"Try some more oil," I suggested, "And press, don't jab. See if that works."

Once we'd both been re-anointed, he nudged his rampant cock against my body and pushed, gently at first but gradually upping the pressure. Still no luck.

"Bollocks!" Jason said almost too loudly, his disappointment showing. "Try to pretend you're having a crap," he whispered. "See if that works."

This time he took a firm grip of my hips, steadied himself and pushed. At the same time I managed to persuade the muscle to relax. There was an almost audible 'pop' as he suddenly broke through the barrier.

"Jesus!" I almost screamed, "Take it out!"

It was if I was being split apart by a thousand red hot knives, the pain which seared through my body bringing tears to my eyes and an instant softening of my cock. Just as quickly as it came though, the agony evaporated.

"You OK?" Jason asked worriedly.

"Yeah. I think so. It just surprised me and hurt a bit. Try again, but stop if I tell you."

Having done it once, the second time was easier. Even the pain wasn't as bad - no worse than pushing out a big turd."

"Stop!" I said. "But leave it there."

"What's it feel like?" Jason asked.

"Dunno. OK I think. Try to get some more in."

Millimetre by millimetre, Jason's dick disappeared.

"All in," he gasped. "How's that?"

"Good. It's like all my inside is full. Sort of exciting. Nice," I decided. "What's it feel like to you?"

"Brilliant!" Jason giggled. "All warm and tight. Like I got a big fist holding it."

Jason started to fuck me. Slowly at first, testing the novelty, but soon he was pushing in and out using all the length he had. Twice he slipped out, leaving me suddenly empty and frustrated. Each time though, it was pushed back instantly, accompanied by a happy sigh.

"This's fucking magic," Jason gasped. "You wouldn't believe what it's like. You gotta try it."

It must've been good for Jason as he started to bang in and out of me like there was no tomorrow, each thrust made with a grunt of blissful joy.

I don't know if he managed to spunk up or not, but I felt him grow a bit more and almost try to climb inside me as he orgasmed.

"Wow! That was the best ever," he sighed as he collapsed on the bed, breathing deeply. "Fucking amazing! Wait until I tell Pete!"

"You wouldn't," I gasped.

"Course I would. Why not?" he laughed. "Shan't tell him who with though. But he'll tell Dave, and then Dave and me ....."

He left the sentence unfinished.

I must admit I added something else to the list of things I wanted to do with Ravi and Martyn.

"You wanna do me?" Jason asked. "It's only fair."

Mentally I compared my erection with Jason's pert little bum. "Love to," I sighed, "But it'll never fit."

" 'Spose you're right," Jason said wistfully, "But one day ....."

He took hold of my cock and began to jerk me off slowly. In return, I reached down and grasped his now drooping tool.

"Ouch!" he yelped.

"What?"

"It's bloody tender, that's what!" he giggled.

Together we examined it for damage. He was right. No damage, but it looked like a skinned sausage - red raw and uncooked. At least I knew how that felt!

"Come on," he laughed. "At least I can play with yours."

I lay back and let him have his way. Forever burned in my memory is the sight of Jason, knelt between my legs, studying my cock as he first covered it in baby oil and then use both hands to jerk me off, his raw dick and pink balls jiggling around between his legs.

"That's better," he mewled as my spunk pooled in my navel. "But look at the mess you've made!"

He used his fingers to mix the baby oil and cum on my belly.

"Disgusting," he giggled before using the tank top again.

The following morning was a shopping one, Jason and I being co-opted to carry the bags. Still, I managed to persuade mum to buy me a pair of Speedos and some bright blue shorts, which were as brief as I thought I could get away with.

Having stowed everything away and we'd had a bite to eat, we were released for the afternoon and headed for the sea. Just before we left, Jason carefully rolled his tank top in his towel and winked at me. "It stinks of you-know-what!" he whispered. "We'd better wash it before mum finds it."

We were diving for pebbles when Jason bounced out of the water and said, "Gotta go toilet!"

"Do it in the water, I do," I replied.

"Crap. Number two's," he giggled. "I ain't doing that in the water!"

I followed him to the tiny toilet block at the end of the beach. It must only be used in the summer time I thought as I looked at its chipped paint and uncared for appearance. Jason disappeared inside as I leaned against the wall, watching the seagulls wheeling about on the deserted beach.

"Mike!" I heard Jason yell after a few minutes. "Come in here!"

Curious, I went in to see what he wanted.

"No paper. Can you get some for me?"

There were only two sit-downs, but luckily the empty one had a few sheets left on the roll.

"Push 'em under the wall," Jason said as I ripped a handful off.

I was about to go back outside when Jason told me to wait for him as he wouldn't be very long. Locking the cubicle door behind me, I sat on the bowl, idly gazing around at the stained and graffiti-covered walls, picking out the odd piece of writing to read. I heard Jason's toilet flush and stood up ready to leave, but something caught me eye. Just about crotch height was a two-inch hole right through the wall, and poking out of it was one of Jason's fingers, waving about like a little prick!

"Play with me!" Jason said in a baby-like voice.

I pretended to toss him off for a few seconds before he pulled his finger back.

"Your turn," he giggled.

I put a finger through, but Jason pushed it back. "Not big enough."

I put two fingers through.

"Still not big enough!"

Suddenly, the light dawned. Chuckling to myself, I dropped my Speedos and pushed my limp dick through.

I felt Jason take hold of it and use two or three fingers to stroke it. Within seconds it'd hardened solidly and Jason grabbed it firmly. Involuntarily, I pushed my groin against the wall and gripped the top of it with my hands. There was something strange and phenomenally erotic about having your dick played with when you couldn't see who it was. I closed my eyes and imagined it was Ravi on the other side. Just at that moment, my dick seemed to get wet, and what could be nothing other than a tongue licking it. Thinking I was imagining it, I opened my eyes, but the feeling was still there. It got even better when a mouth closed round it and started to suck gently. Just a few sucks, but enough to tell me that it felt good.

All too quickly it stopped and my wet cock was pushed back through the wall.

"My turn," said the voice behind the wall.

This was accompanied by the appearance of a now familiar, rigidly erect dick through the hole.

Tentatively I licked it and to my surprise, there was no taste at all, other than salty sea water. Deciding to take a chance, I let it slide over my lips and into my mouth. It felt OK. More than OK in fact as I got used to it. I could actually feel Jason's dickhead with my tongue, and the slightest taste of piss. Experimentally I sucked. That too was OK. Jason though so as well, guessing by the sounds I heard.

My pleasure was spoilt when Jason pulled his dick back and he flushed the toilet again.

I looked at him, grinning, as we walked back down the beach.

"What?" he said, wide eyed and innocent.

"That was, err, different!" I answered.

"What was?"

"What we did just now."

"Whaddya mean? I ain't done anything except have a shit. Must've been somebody else."

"Yeah, OK," I sighed. "I believe you. It was still good though."

"Good. You can tell me all about it later. Tonight," he laughed as he dived into the water.

The evening was a sort of limbo time for Jason and I. Once the meal was out of the way, the adults settled down to play cards, talk and drink a few beers. Jason and I played Scrabble, chess or watched TV. We weren't even allowed to go out for a walk as it was too dark, and 'you don't know who's out there'.

The result was that we spent the evening hiding our erections from the 'rents and avoiding all conversation which was even remotely sexual, watching the clock creeping round slowly towards bed time. And do you know, even the most innocent of conversations have hidden sexual meanings, and clocks go slower and slower the more you watch them?

Struggling to fit in some awkward letters on the Scrabble board, I noticed that Jason had fallen asleep. I nudged his dad and nodded in Jason's direction.

"Jay!" his father shouted, grinning.

Jason jumped, opened his eyes and blinked sleepily.

"Go to bed if you're tired," his dad said and turned back to playing cards.

Jason struggled to his feet groggily and made his way to the door. On the way past, he kicked me lightly and gave an enormous wink!

I put the game away and watched TV until I heard the shower turn off and Jason pad back to our bedroom. Ten minutes later, I yawned widely and told my parents that I was tired as well and was going to sleep. I received a nominal 'goodnight' and 'don't wake Jason' from them as I stood up.

They needn't have worried. After a quick shower, I went into our room and closed the door behind me. Jason was sat cross-legged on his bed, smiling broadly.

"Had to do something," he chuckled. My dick's been hard for so long, it was getting painful."

"How is it?" I asked looking down at it.

"Better, thanks. Look!" He opened his legs wide and showed me.

Standing up proudly from his beautiful little balls was his pride and joy. Four or five inches of softly throbbing muscle, bright pink and just begging for some attention.

Dropping my bathrobe, I squatted on the bed in front of Jason, mesmerised by his nakedness and gently quivering dick. The bedside light reflected off the wall behind him, highlighting the soft fine hairs of his body, giving him a strange blurred and ethereal outline. Delicately I ran my fingers down the inside of his thighs as if to confirm his solidity and that he wasn't a sublime apparition.

Jason grabbed my hands, breaking my reverie. "Hey, that tickles!" he giggled.

"Sorry!" I said.

"Ever play 'Nervous' ?" Jason asked, cocking his head to one side.

"Don't think so. How do you play it?"

"Close your eyes and I'll show you."

I closed my eyes and waited expectantly. Very delicately Jason put a finger on my knee and drew little circles. Gradually he began to move it up my leg and towards my groin, sometimes moving up, sometimes down, but getting nearer and nearer my balls. I am ticklish at the best of times and it was hard work not grabbing Jason's wrist to stop him, but the sensation slowly became much more erotic as he closed up on my groin.

"How far will you let me go? How far dare I go?" he whispered. "The most nervous one will stop first And he's the loser!"

Gritting my teeth, I let his fingers wander around until they rested against my balls, tapping them softly.

"It's more fun the way Dave and I do it," Jason mused. " We do it in class sometimes. It drives Dave mad!"

"Why?" I asked. "It wasn't easy not stopping you, but I did it."

"It's different when you've got clothes on. Imagine you're in class and I put my hand there," he said, putting his fingers on my knee. "Then I slide up to your dick. Will you let me actually touch it, or will you stop me? And have I got the nerve to do it? If either of us stops, then we change over, and so on."

"How do you win?" I asked stupidly.

"You don't. One of you loses! If you let me touch your cock, then I try to undo your zip and put my hand inside and get your dick out!"

"What! In class?"

"Yeah. That's where the 'Nervous' comes in. Have you got the nerve to let me get your dick out? Or haven't you?"

"Sounds great," I replied. "I must try it sometime." And I knew who with.

"Anyway," Jason said, "Tell me what happened in the bog today."

"Let's get into bed first," I replied. "Just in case."

Lights out, and cuddled up together under the sheet, I settled down to tell my story, Jason's eyes glistening with anticipation.

"I was in the bog when I put my dick through this hole."

"What hole? And why'd you want to put your dick through it anyway?" Jason interrupted. He plainly wanted the whole story in gruesome detail.

"Well, there was this hole in the wall through to the next sit-down, about two inches across and just about at bollock height. I hadn't really notice it until a finger came through and wiggled at me I sort of played with it for a bit, but thought it was a bit stupid so I stopped. Then I guessed whoever it was wanted something bigger so I stuck my prick through."

"Wasn't that a bit crazy?"

" 'Spose so," I answered. "But I did it anyway. I thought I might get wanked off or something. Then I felt this wet sort of feeling on my cock, and a tongue licking it."

"Why didn't you stop?" Jason asked with bated breath.

"Dunno. It felt neat. 'Specially when he sucked on it for a bit."

"Wow! Then what?"

"We swapped places and he stuck his dick through."

"What did it look like?"

"Big . Big 'n hairy and wrinkly and spotty ..."

Jason thumped me on the chest and giggled. "Liar!"

"Ok. It was tiny and soft like a cocktail sausage. But it was a nice one."

Jason ignored me this time and so I went on.

"I put it in my mouth and licked it and sucked it. Felt really neat," I sighed for Jason's benefit.

"And?"

"Nothing. Whoever it was took it back and left before I could see who it was."

"Would you do it again?" Jason asked.

"Think so. If it wasn't too big or smelly or anything. Yeah!"

"Mine don't smell, and it ain't all that big," Jason said quietly.

He was right on both counts and giving him a wry smile I dived under the bedclothes.

He was well primed. Even through the dim light seeping through the sheet, I could see he was rigidly hard. I salivated in anticipation as I pointed his tool at my mouth and touched it against my lips.

Jason gasped as I sank down on him. Savouring every millimetre of his silky smooth dick, I caressed it with my tongue and soaked up its exquisite flavour. Without the thickness of the wall between us, I took him further in than I did before and when the head of his nob touched the back of my throat, I stopped and began to suck him in earnest. There was a bit of a gag reflex at first, but I was so determined to do it properly I managed to stifle it.

I wasn't sure if I could make Jason cum just by sucking his cock and so I gave him a good few minutes before I stopped and slid back up the bed. In any case my jaw was beginning to ache.

"What was it like?" I asked, licking my lips.

"Good," he said seriously. "Really, really good. All wet and tingly. Got really hard too!"

He was like an over-excited kid, his face glowing with satisfaction and delight. "Want me to do you?"

" 'Course," I whispered as I lifted the bed sheet for him.

Instantly he straddled me with his knees and soon had my swollen cock in his mouth. At first he took it in too far and I felt him gag, just as I had. Undeterred, he re-adjusted and got down to work.

I could hear him moaning as he slid his tongue round and round me, sucking as hard as he could. It was truly amazing. Like wanking in a way, but a million times better - the feeling sort of spread out so's it would last longer than a jerk-off.

All the time Jason was sucking me, I was staring at his butt a few inches in front of my face. Unable to resist the temptation, I put a hand on his cheeks And began a slow kneading, playing with his cock and balls with my other hand. In response I got a playful wriggle of his arse and a mumbled giggle from under the sheet.

I think I could've cum if he'd done it for longer, but Jason ran out of breath. Re-surfacing with a broad grin across his face, he smirked at me and wiped his lips with the back of his hand.

Snuggling up close, we embraced and looked at each other happily. Suddenly I felt an irresistible urge to kiss him, I'd never actually wanted to kiss a boy before, but somehow things had subtly changed between Jason and me. Still looking into his eyes, I moved in closer. Jason must've known what I was thinking - there was no doubt about what I was going to do unless he stopped me. Which he didn't

I pecked him on the lips momentarily and pulled back, slightly afraid of what I'd just done.

"Again," he begged as he locked his arms behind my neck.

This time we kissed properly, even allowing our tongues to touch inside our mouths. It was weird. A good weird, making me feel sort of warm and itchy all over. We kissed again, and again. Jason giggled into my mouth.

"What?" I mouthed.

"Do you know where your mouth's just been?"

I did, but didn't care.

"So?"

"I don't mind," Jason said, "I just thought of it!"

He wriggled against me, our cocks mashed together as our lips met once more.

"Mike?" Jason whispered as we took a break.

"Mmmm?"

"Can I, you know, do what we did last night?"

"If you want," I whispered.

"Great!" he said gleefully. "And I've thought of a new way! Get the baby stuff and lay on your back."

I knew that Jason had a fertile and vivid imagination and had given up trying to out-guess him. Meekly I did as I was told, waiting to see what he had in mind.

This time he had me face him as he knelt between my opened legs.

"Lift 'em up," he commanded.

I did as I was told and put my hands behind my knees to hold them up out of the way. Now I could see what he was trying to do.

It only took a few aborted attempts for us to realise that the angles were all wrong and there was no way he could get in me that way. Jason wasn't going to be beaten though, and with the judicial use of our pillows he was soon lined up to his satisfaction.

Excitedly he spread what little remaining oil there was over my butt and his eager cock.

"Use your fingers first," I suggested. "Make it sort of looser."

His finger went in easily, my feeling only a little pain as it went in. He wriggled it about for a bit until he seemed satisfied and then scooched forward, holding his cock against my now prepared hole.

With his face screwed up in concentration, he pushed forwards experimentally. At the same time I relaxed the muscle just as I did before. To our joint amazement, he slid in easily and with next to no pain.

"Wow!" he said with feeling. "That was easy!"

Over the moon with his success, he eased down further and further until he was root-deep in me.

Resting his hands on my knees, we locked eyes as he began to fuck me carefully. The ecstasy on his face as he buggered me showed. Eyes and mouth tightly closed, he was in heaven, each thrust enjoyed immensely. I too was blissfully content. Doing it this way was far better than when I was on my front, I could actually feel his swollen cock move inside me. Slowly Jason pushed himself harder and harder, deeper and deeper down, the effort bringing beads of sweat to his forehead.

Then the whole world went apeshit. As Jason rammed down, he seemed to press a button inside me and I felt a surge of supremely erotic passion race through me. My dick got even harder and I bit my lip in ecstasy - it was like having a million cums all at once! Almost in physical agony, I thrashed my head from side to side as Jason pounded away, hitting the spot time and time again. Just as I thought that I was going to pass out, my cock gave an almighty lurch and ejected spurt after spurt of hot spunk, shooting out so hard it went way over my head. As my butt cheeks clenched together, squeezing Jason's cock viciously, he orgasmed and buried himself way down deep, shaking like a leaf. For timeless moments we lay together in profound disbelief at the exquisite feeling.

"Fuckin' Hell!" I gasped. "Jesus!"

Even Jason was gobsmacked for once. He stared at me in blank, amazed astonishment, hands trembling on my knees and his softening dick still inside me. I let my legs down and hugged Jason to my chest.

We were both far too shocked to attempt any speech - there was no need anyway. With tears in my eyes, I kissed Jason passionately and lovingly. Stroking my hands down his back, I recovered my senses gradually. I thought Jason had fallen asleep, but he opened his eyes and blinked at me, completely out of focus.

"That was OK!" he sighed, just about managing a smile. "Very OK, but my dick's sore again!"

The he closed his eyes and dozed off.

Our holiday sorted itself out into two distinct parts after that night. During the day we did the usual holiday stuff: swimming, cinema, arcades and that sort of crap. At night we played with each other. We couldn't keep up the intensity of the first few nights of course, but once we grew used to each other we settled down to an easy, relaxed routine. I don't think there were any deep, sexual feelings between us, it was just two boys enjoying themselves freely and happily. The fact that we were indulging in forbidden, secret pleasures helped of course, as did the promises of fantastic orgasms at least once a night!

One the night before we left, we managed to run through all the things we'd taught each other, sad that we were to part company in a way, but happy in the knowledge that we'd enjoyed the holiday far more than we expected to. Jason had some new games to play with his friends, and I was determined to seduce Ravi, and hopefully Martyn, before too long.

Part Two ...........

I had a couple of weeks of my summer holidays left before I had to go back to school, and for once I didn't mind the prospect. The break I'd had with Jason in the holiday bungalow had been brilliant as far as I was concerned. The most important thing I'd learned was that the strange feelings I got around other boys wasn't just me, others felt it too. Jason didn't feel it quite as much as I did I don't think, although he was more than willing to mess about. The feelings I had seemed to be deeper somehow; I felt more attracted to boys than Jason did - he simply did it for fun when the opportunity arose. I actually felt it in my stomach when I saw a good-looking boy, and after I'd looked at his face, my eyes automatically went to his crotch. I seemed to live with a permanent boner.

Ravi seemed to fill my mind: I thought of him all the time, especially at night when I was alone in my bed. Pictures of him filled my brain as I held my dick in my hand: him naked in the showers, him stood vigorously drying his hair with his smooth brown cock bouncing in front of me, him with his prick in my mouth and mine in his. That was when I usually shot my load into a waiting hand.

I even went as far as finding out where he lived and rode my bike past his house a few times, but I never saw him, partly because he lived on the fourth floor of a block of flats, and partly because in a funny way I didn't want him to see me.

School started eventually and thank God there had been only a few changes to my class. A couple of boys had left and had been replaced by two more - fairly average ones of no particular note, not even when I checked them out in the showers.

Despite giving it a lot of attention, I still hadn't managed to devise any sort of plan that would get me and Ravi together, or me and Martyn for that matter. The only thing which worked out OK was that I made sure right from the start that Ravi and I sat together for most of our lessons.

Games and PE were a nightmare. My habit of checking out the other boys hadn't diminished in the slightest - it had got worse in fact as I imagined doing the things that Jason and I had done with them. After a lot of embarrassment I eventually managed to summon up enough courage to ask my dad to buy me a jock strap, which he did, much to his amusement.

Anyway, on the Ravi side, things gradually got better. We'd become good friends after a few weeks and spent a lot of our time together in school. One day Ravi had forgotten his chemistry book and so we had to share mine. This meant pushing our chairs next to each other and our legs pressed side by side under the desk for the whole of the double lesson! I'm sure he could feel the heat from me - I could certainly feel his. I also had a boner to die for, which if he'd cared to look was extremely visible. Experimentally I let my hand drop to touch his thigh, as if by accident. There was no reaction at all from him, which meant he didn't object!

The next chemistry lesson I carefully buried my book at the bottom of my school bag.

"Got your book?" I whispered to Ravi as we sat down.

He waved it at me, smiling. OK, time for Plan B.

"Forgot mine," I told him.

We moved up close and concentrated on the lesson - at least Ravi did. For some reason I couldn't set my mind to it. Gently but firmly I pressed my knee to his, not daring to look at his face. Then he did it back! This went on for a few minutes before I had the courage to smile at him conspiratorially, he grinned back, confirming that our little game was OK with him.

It was now or never. Time for Jason's game. I put my hand on Ravi's knee and gave it a little squeeze. No reaction. I moved my hand up slightly and watched him out of the corner of my eye. His expression never changed.

"Nervous?" I whispered in his ear.

He shook his head and I moved up an inch or two.

"Now?"

Slight hesitation. Shake of the head. Two more inches and I was mid-thigh, on the inside. This time he put his hand down on mine to stop me; he didn't move it away though and soon took it away. He understood what game we were playing and was willing to go along with it, at least so far. I moved up a little, putting my hand just a few tantalizing inches away from his balls. This time I moved it away after a few seconds to give him a turn if he wanted. It didn't go unnoticed that he adjusted the growing boner in his trousers.

I was quite prepared for the game to end there: I could always do it again some other time, having done it the once.

To my surprise, I felt his hand on my leg almost straightaway. Ignoring him wasn't easy, but the promise of things to come made me sit still. I let him creep up my leg until he reached just a bit higher than I had with him before I stopped him. Apart from anything else, if he'd gone any higher, I would have creamed my pants!

Forcing myself to calm down and my dick stop throbbing, I put a finger inside his thigh, more or less where I'd left off before. This time I let it slide up in a continuous, delicate, movement, the track of my finger leading in one direction only. I sensed rather than heard Ravi take a deep breath and hold it. Very, very slowly I headed for his balls. After what seemed an eternity, at last I had one finger on them! Jiggling them up and down a bit, I cupped them both in my hand and felt their weight. This time Ravi breathed out audibly and closed his legs, my hand trapped in his crotch, clutching his knackers! It must've been some sort of spasm because he soon relaxed enough to free my hand.

I thought the game had ended when I got my hand back, but to my astonishment, Ravi, giving up all pretence of playing a game now, suddenly put his hand straight on my balls and gave them a good feel; not content with that, he went further and even put his fingers on my swollen cock and squeezed it!

Not a word was said, either then or later about our messing about but over the next week we did it a few more times, eventually getting to the point where we did away with the protracted foreplay and went straight for the main prize!

Stupidly I hadn't given a thought as to the next stage in my seduction of Ravi: I was taken by surprise at the speed with which the first aim had been achieved I guess. In any case I was jerking off so often now that I didn't have time for any planning!

Providentially, Ravi had. It seems he enjoyed our fun as much as I did and it was he who made the next move. Feeling each other through our clothes was tremendously exciting the first few times and it was still great fun for us, but life being what it is, we wanted more.

Our English teacher used to read out loud to us once in a while and it was during one of these lessons that Ravi made the quantum leap. We settled down at the back of the class as normal when instead of moving up close to me, he stretched his legs out straight and leaned back. Assuming he didn't want to mess around today, I hunched down over my desk and opened my book.

Once the teacher had got into her stride, I got a dig in the ribs from Ravi. Curiously I looked first at his face and then down in his groin where he'd nodded. I stared, wide-eyed at his open zip. Doing all but giggle out loud, he place the opened book over the yawning gap and much to my surprise and delight slipped his hand inside his trousers and played with his cock. I had to copy him of course. And, daringly, take our game to new and dangerous heights. Very slowly and carefully I eased my erection out through my flies and gave Ravi a nudge after making sure it was hidden from the prying eyes of others by my book.

Ravi moved his hand towards me, but changed his mind at the last minute and instead took his own hard cock out for me to stare at. I yearned to lean over and touch it, but it would have been far too risky bearing in mind where we were. We did, though, keep them out on display for most the lesson, much to our enjoyment.

We never spoke about our games, despite the fact that by now we were actually looking forward to them. Our friendship did, however, blossom in other directions. Visits to each other's homes became regular events and we even spent time together at week-ends, watching TV or playing soccer in the park.

Silly though it sounds, the only times we were at all sexy with each other was at school. Whenever we were together out of school, there were always other people around, or at the very least in the room next door. It got to the point where I for one was getting more than a little frustrated. The boy I has lusted over for so long was now my best friend, and yet seemed further away than ever.

The ache I got whenever we were together was almost painful. I'm sure that Ravi felt at least a little like this because he was just as keen on our classroom games as I was - if not more so. And we hadn't even made skin on skin contact with each other yet.

Unlike mine, both Ravi's parents worked. His father was a long-distance lorry driver and his mother a doctor's receptionist. (My father was an office manager). The relevance of this information becomes important as they became the reason for a big change for us both. Ravi's mother had her hours changed, and instead of finishing work in time to get home for Ravi, she had to work until six in the evening. This meant that he would be home alone until then, at least when his dad was away, which was most days. For some reason, Rav's mum didn't like the idea of him being in the flat alone and so after a phone call or two between our mothers, it was agreed I would stay at his place until she came home. Brilliant! Sanctioned time alone!

Our routine before this was for me and his mother to talk for a bit while Ravi went to change out of his school uniform, then we would have some tea and do our homework together.

For the first couple of days we were alone, I stayed in the living room when he changed, but then began to follow him into his room as we were chatting. Despite our having seen each other naked a hundred times before, Ravi always turned his back on me when he stripped. It didn't do me, my blood pressure or my woodie any good when he bent over in his tight underpants either.

"Why'd you do that?" I asked, sat on his bed one day watching him.

"What?"

"Turn your back on me when you strip?"

"Why? Do you want to see my front?" he said as he turned to face me.

I shrugged my shoulders, grinning at him.

"Pervert!" he laughed, but stayed as he was.

Neither did he seem embarrassed as I stared at the mound in his Y-fronts, after all he was used to it by now.

"Wanna do our homework now or later?" he asked, sitting on the bed beside me, pulling on his jeans.

I didn't want to do it at all to be honest, but replied, "Later," putting as much lust into my voice as I could.

"What do you want to do then?" he asked, not realising what he'd said. I put a hand on his knee, looked at him and said, "Nervous?"

"Bollocks!" he laughed and pushed me back on the bed, jumping astride me, trying to get his knees in my shoulders and pin me down.

Naturally we had a rough and tumble then, rolling about on the big bed. Eventually I lost (or rather I let him win!), Ravi pinning my wrists down over my head, his knees on my arms, his groin bulging out in front of my face.

"You've got a boner!" I giggled.

"So? What's it to you?" he laughed. "You can't reach it can you?"

I struggled to free my hands, but he was leaning down and I had no chance. Grinning wickedly, he managed to hold both my wrists with one hand and reached behind.

"What's this?" he laughed as he felt my hard cock. "And you ain't boned up?"

I knew I was beaten and relaxed my tense body, giving up any thoughts I had of continuing the tussle. Ravi eased the pressure on my wrists, but still held them. He also found the tag on my zip and very slowly slid it down, watching my face as he did so. I gave him the slightest of nods and waited to see what he would do next.

Without a pause, he got the zip all the way down and put his hand inside, fingers searching for my dick. Once he'd found it, he held it through my undies, squeezing it gently. He let my wrists go and slid his knees off my arms. Taking this as a sign he was prepared to go further, I unfastened his jeans and pushed them down as far as I could. For the second time that day, I was staring intently at his superb package, but this time there was a definite erection to focus on.

"Lift up," I whispered as I took hold of his underpants.

Obligingly, he did, allowing me to push them down just enough to reveal his magnificent prick and balls. I took hold of only the third prick I'd touched in my life - and mine didn't count! For an insane moment, I thought of doing what came naturally and sticking my lips round it, but succeeded in keeping my mouth closed.

Yet again, I was amazed at how good a hard cock felt. Under my exploring fingers was an object which had been the subject of my nightly wanks for weeks. Rav's cock was a little bit longer than mine, but thinner. His foreskin also slipped down over his crown when he was hard. All this I took in at a single glance; what took my breath away was how it felt. In colour, it was sort of chocolatey with a purple head, glistening in the sunlight. The skin was smooth and sort of oily - not like Jason's at all. It wasn't as hard as Jason's though. Perhaps because Jason was quite a bit smaller, his dick got harder; I don't know.

"Move over," Ravi said, interrupting my trance. "I wanna see yours."

We lay in opposite directions, heads inches from groins as we inspected each other minutely, Ravi's cool hands flitting all round my pride and joy, much to my delight.

"How long is it?" Ravi asked from way down below.

"No idea. Got a ruler?"

Still with his pants round his ankles, Ravi hobbled to his desk, retrieved a ruler and lay it along the top of my now leaking tool.

"Exactly eleven centimetres," he said grinning. "Now do me."

"Twelve," I told him. "But you're thinner than me."

We tried to use our fingers to compare, it was very nice but didn't work very well.

"Bit of string," Ravi laughed.

Ferreting about in his desk, he found a length of white string and dangled it in front of me. "You first," he smiled.

This bit I enjoyed. It took three or four attempts to make sure I got it right and I was satisfied. Marking both ends with my fingers, Ravi measured it.

"Nine and half," he said. "Now its my turn."

I watched, holding my breath as he fiddled about, taking far longer than he needed to. "Ten," he said at last. "Nice one!"

We re-arranged ourselves so we were facing each other, one hand supporting our heads. We were feeling each other's 'nads, our trousers and pants still round our ankles.

"Can you cum yet?" Ravi asked, running a thumb over my slick cockhead.

"Yeah. You?"

"Yeah."

"When'd you cum last?" I giggled.

"This morning before I got up," he grinned. "You?"

"Today. After our English lesson, at break time," I laughed. We'd shown each other our cocks again and I'd got horny as you might expect.

"Wanker!" he said, a smile spread from ear to ear. "I wanted to, but couldn't find an empty bog!"

"Wanna do it now?" I asked.

"If you do."

In reply, I lay on my back and wrapped my hand around my dick. I half hoped Ravi would do it for me, but to my slight disappointment, he decided to look after himself.

I'd always used four fingers and my thumb to jack off. Jason used three, and as far as I was concerned they were the only ways. Ravi showed me a new one: he made a circle with his thumb and a finger and rubbed it up and down rapidly just where the shaft joins the head. Fascinating.

We didn't cum together, Ravi beat me to it by about four strokes. It was good though and I fell back on the bed, breathing deeply.

"Here," Ravi said, dropping an old T-shirt on top of my cooling spunk.

We dressed ourselves rather self-consciously after we'd cleaned the mess up, smiling slightly at one another.

"Can you remember when you first cum?" Ravi asked as he pulled his pants up.

"At school," I giggled and told him the story about the climbing rope.

"You?" I asked.

" 'Bout six months ago," he said. "I'd been watching a clip from a porno film on my TV late one night and I had a wet dream. Scared the shit out of me at first," he giggled, "until I worked out what it was!"

We chatted away for a few minutes more, laying on the bed facing each other, when Ravi reminded me that we still had our homework to do. I would have much preferred to stay looking at Rav, but agreed that the work had to be done. We were still hard at it when his mother came home. She brought us a cup of tea each, set them down on the desk and opened a window.

"Why is it boys always smell so bad?" she laughed.

Rav and I had the grace to blush, hoping that she didn't recognise the odour. We must remember to open a window next time I thought. I also had a minor panic attack as I thought what Jason and my room must've smelt like most mornings, but as nothing had been said by anyone, I let it go.

"In future, we do our homework first! And open a window," Ravi said later as I got ready to leave.

And that's just about all we did for a few days. We seemed to have a lot of homework to do for some reason and apart from having a quick grope of each other through our trousers, we couldn't do anything. I was getting frustrated again - and desperate.

Friday nights we didn't do our homework - that was left until Sunday and so we had a lot more time to fill. I was sat at his desk, watching him change the Friday after we'd first messed about, wondering how I could get things started when I asked him a question that had been at the back of my mind for ages.

"Why's your skin so smooth and shiny?" I asked as he changed.

"I use oil Coconut or palm. We all do," he said. Otherwise it gets all dry and flaky. Looks bad."

I ran my fingers down his arm and across his bare chest. It felt good - like silk.

"Can I try some?"

Still in his underpants, Ravi went to the bathroom and returned with a bottle of clear oil.

"Here, try this."

Taking my shirt off, I poured a teaspoonful in my hand and smelt it. Hardly any smell at all. I rubbed it in my arm and watched as my skin absorbed it, the teaspoonful I'd taken being enough to do my whole arm and a bit of my chest too.

"I like this," I said. "Feels cool."

I didn't say that it felt like baby oil, which it did, but my cock began to get hard as I remembered what Jason and I had used it for.

"Do you rub it all over?" I asked. Emphasis on the 'all over'.

"Yeah," Ravi smiled. "But you gotta be careful down there. Any more than two rubs and you could be in trouble!"

Without saying anything, I took off the remainder of my clothes and looked at Ravi, holding the bottle out to him.

"Wanna do it?" I asked quietly.

Ravi gulped and took the bottle from my hand.

"You sure?" he asked, blushing slightly. "I've never, err, rubbed anyone down there." He nodded at my growing erection.

"I don't mind if you don't," I grinned.

The ball was now fairly and squarely in his court. I could see his cock wanted him to, but Ravi was thinking. He wanted a little push.

Stepping forward half a pace, I rested my hand on his boner.

"Come on," I whispered. "I want to do it with you, you know I do. Let's give it a try."

The atmosphere was electric. I was incredibly aroused, yet frightened at the same time. Had I gone too far? Had I pushed too hard? Was our friendship over? Messing about and feeling each other was one thing, but actually jacking each other off was something else.

"Please? Just once and then I won't ask again. Ever." I begged.

I slipped my thumbs inside the waistband of his pants and waited.

"OK," he whispered.

We stood there, completely naked, looking at each other as if for the first time, our stiff cocks obscenely hard.

I wanted to tell him how beautiful he was, how he made me feel every time I saw him, how much I wanted him. But boys don't do that, do they?

"Nice body," I smiled.

"He smiled nervously back at me and whispered, "Yours too." His eyes were fixed in my groin.

I took his hand and put it on my dick, taking his own hardness in mine.

Feeling his fingers curl around my shaft, I shuddered at the wonderful sensation. It'd been ages since anyone had touched me properly down there, and I'd missed it.

"How's it feel?" I asked.

"OK," he whispered, still unsure about the situation he'd found himself in.

"Want to go on the bed? It'll be easier," I said quietly.

Not trusting himself to speak, he nodded and led the way.

Once we were comfortable, we took hold of our cocks again and began to feel each other tentatively. I was in heaven.

"Wanna cum?" Ravi asked.

"Yeah," I answered. "But not yet. I like doing this, feels great." Then, after a pause, "Do you like it?"

"Yes." Ravi whispered. "Never thought it'd be like this."

"What?"

"Doing this. Playing with each other. Naked. Feeling each other."

I giggled at him and gave him a little hug. "You've thought about it then?"

"Oh, yeah," he smiled back. "Lots. But I never thought I'd actually get to do it."

"Me too. I've always wanted to, you know, do it with you, but never had the guts to ask."

Ravi was completely relaxed now and was enjoying himself. He moved in a bit closer and I felt his warm, brown skin against mine, from shoulder to thigh.

I was slowly masturbating him, watching my hand slide up and down his perfect cock.

"Better stop now," Ravi gasped. "I'm gonna cum if you don't."

We both stopped, but still kept hold of each other. Waiting for him to calm down a bit, I used my spare hand to stroke his chest.

"OK," he whispered.

Despite our intention to take things easy and make it last as long as we could, we began to jerk each other off seriously now, watching avidly as our hands worked our swollen dicks.

"Cumming!" Ravi panted as his spunk shot out in one continuous rope, landing in a straight line from his chin to his balls.

The sight of his orgasm did it for me and I felt my whole body convulse as I pumped out six or seven magnificent heavy-duty spurts.

"Wow!" Ravi muttered. "Never come as much as that before!"

"Me too," I lied. "Bloody fantastic!"

Neither of us had the energy to move after we'd cleaned the mess up and we lay on the bed side-by-side, staring at the ceiling.

"Thanks!" I said after a while. "That was brilliant!"

"Yeah," Ravi sighed dreamily. "Knackering though. And we didn't use any oil!"

I smiled to myself as we dressed, pleased that Ravi had seemingly enjoyed himself as much as I had.

Despite his nervousness and initial reservations, Ravi soon got hooked on our new hobby. We wanked each other off most days, usually in his room after school. We did it in other places too: at the back of a class once, on the back row of a cinema and on a bus on the way home from school. The best times though were what we began to refer to as our 'funny half hours' on Friday afternoons.

No sooner was the front door locked when Ravi would strip down to his pants, and with an evil leer would say, "Wanna funny half hour before I get dressed?"

The half hours of course lasted longer than that, and neither were they funny. We both took them seriously and looked forward to them more and more. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't love or anything silly like that but I felt different about Ravi than I did about Jason. Jason took our messing about as a bit of entertainment, exciting and enjoyable, but not to be taken seriously. In fact he rarely referred to it in the occasional Emails we exchanged other than then odd mention of Dave and Pete. It was just a bit more than simple fun with Rav.

Ravi and I had an easy-going close friendship, happy and content in each other's company. The sex bit we found enjoyable and somehow relaxing. I think we both liked sharing each other's bodies in a comforting sort of way, especially when we were on the bed together, cuddled up close. It was there that we shared our innermost feelings and thoughts, safe in the knowledge that they would stay secret.

Although we spent a lot of time in each other's company, we'd never had a sleep-over. The idea never come up in fact until the first week of the Christmas holidays.

Ravi's mum and dad were going to spend a week-end visiting both sets of grandparents and Ravi had persuaded them to let him stay with me. To begin with, there was no more in it than an opportunity for Ravi to avoid a tedious and boring few days with his aged grandparents, but once the arrangements had been fixed though, it took on a thrilling new aspect.

That Friday evening was painful for us both. We felt obliged to spend it with my parents, watching TV and having a take-away Indian of all things. My mum and dad had made a big effort to make Ravi feel at home and we felt it only fair to let them know how grateful we both were. What we really wanted though was to be by ourselves, not for sex or anything like that especially, but so we could talk about boyish things away from the grown-ups.

At last the time came round when we could reasonably go upstairs without raising any eyebrows. Having said our 'goodnights' and received the mandatory 'don't stay awake all night talking' admonition, we climbed the stairs.

It didn't take us long to shower and get ready for bed, both of us opting to sleep in our undies. We didn't go to bed straight away though, that pleasure would be all the better for being delayed, and in any case we were both a little nervous too. To begin with we played a few games on my pc, both of us being equally bad. Between games, Ravi was exploring the contents of my computer when he came across my school file. Opening it up, he skimmed idly through it, stopping at the class photographs. (Why is it whenever I look at that picture, I see them all naked in the changing rooms?).

"Wonder which ones jerk off?" he asked, giggling.

"All of 'em," I laughed. "Except him. And him." I pointed to the class nerd and James, the fattest boy in the school. "One doesn't know what it's for, and James can't find it!" I added.

"OK," Ravi conceded. "Who would you like to do it with?"

This was getting to be fun, I thought. It seems he'd thought about this too.

"Dunno. Never thought about it."

"Liar!" he giggled. "If I have, I'm dammed sure you have."

"OK," I grinned. "Let's have a look."

I printed off a class list and put it on the desk.

"OK, cross out the nerds, geeks, fatties and uglies," I said.

That took care of about a dozen.

"Those who wouldn't and those we don't like much." Ravi added.

Another six. That left five, including us.

I crossed my name off. Ravi looked at me quizzically.

"I wouldn't do it," I said, "With anyone except you."

He laughed and took his name off.

Of the three remaining, one was Martyn. The others were Steve and Phil.

"OK. Crunch time." Ravi smiled. "Which one."

Dare I? What would he think?

I pointed to Martyn.

"And?" I said with a raised eyebrow.

Ravi pointed to Steve, then slid his finger up to Martyn's name.

"Snap!" he laughed.

By now, both our dicks were hard. I for one had a mental picture of Martyn in the showers, trying to ignore his half-hard cock. I guess Ravi had something similar in mind as he started to stroke his boner absently.

"Wonder if he would?" Ravi mused. There was a serious sort of edge to his voice as he thought about it.

"Dunno," I replied. "Might be fun finding out.

"You reckon?" Ravi said, eyes lighting up.

"Why not? He can only tell us to piss off," I laughed, turning the pc off.

We didn't even make the gesture of using separate beds. We used mine. We slipped an arm under each other and embraced, our other hands gently holding our dicks.

"This's nice!" Ravi sighed as he snuggled up closer.

"Mmmm," I replied, eyes closed and bathing in Ravi's delicious scent.

"You ever do it with anyone else?" he asked softly as he squeezed my cock for emphasis.

It only took a moment for me to think about it. "Yeah. Ages ago with my cousin Jason when we were on holiday."

"How old's he? What did you do?"

He wasn't pissed off or jealous or anything. In fact Ravi seemed quite interested.

"Well. He's 12 and we did what you and me do sort of thing. He couldn't cum much though, but he liked doing it."

"What else did you do?" By the sound of it, Ravi was getting turned on.

"We sort of sucked each other," I said nervously.

"What! You mean you put your thing in his mouth? Disgusting!" he giggled.

"It's not, actually," smiling as I remembered. "Doesn't taste of piss or anything except cock. It's not bad."

Ravi must be feeling extra horny tonight I thought. He doesn't usually like talking about this sort of stuff.

"Wanna do it now?" he whispered with a sly grin.

Did I! My heart almost stopped as I thought about it.

"If you like," I said as calmly as I could.

"Great! What do we do?"

"What's to explain?" I chuckled. "You stick it in your gob and you suck. Mind you cover your teeth with your lips though!"

Ravi giggled at this and said, "Wanna show me?"

He lifted himself up the bed so he was leaning back on the headboard and splayed his legs. In anticipation I stretched out between them and gazed at his treasure in front of me, pulsating in time with his heartbeat.

Making a circle with my thumb and forefinger, I took hold of his manhood at the base and held it lightly, amazed for the hundredth time at its splendour. I could have gazed at it for hours, losing myself in its sleek velvety texture, its golden brown skin and deep red crown.

Slowly, I licked it from base to tip, letting my tongue rest for a while on his slit. Then again. Somewhere above me I heard Ravi moaning in delight. Once more I ran my tongue along his shaft before I kissed the end of it tenderly.

Ravi's body tensed as I curled my lips round his prick and sucked oh so very gently. I was in paradise as I let his cock reach for my throat, my tongue lubricating it all the way. Even when it touched the back I managed not to gag and took it down.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ravi's hands clenching the sheet tightly as he groaned in ecstasy. Summoning up as much passion as I could, I bobbed up and down his shaft relentlessly, savouring every fantastic moment of it. Words can't describe my emotions as I concentrated, my whole being focussed on the unbelievingly exotic sensations emanating from my mouth. I thought the fun I'd had with Jason was tremendous, but this left it way behind, it was as if Ravi and I were one person sharing the same body!

I carried on for as long as I could, but not surprisingly, I felt that I was getting dangerously close to cumming. From the back of my mind I decided that it was way too soon for that, and with a strength of will I didn't know I had, let Ravi go.

His eyes were glazed and his breathing quick and shallow as he hugged me tightly. "That was out of this world," he stumbled out. "Bloody amazing!"

I grinned happily at him and stroked his hair. "Does that mean you liked it!" I laughed.

"Just a bit," he sniggered. "You nearly made me shoot!" Then, after a pause added, "Can I do it to you now?"

"Yeah, but I got a better idea. Let's do it to each other at the same time."

Hurriedly we re-arrange ourselves so we were laying head-to-toe, faces at crotch level. Hungrily I took Ravi back in my mouth, eager to resume from where I'd left off.

Ravi, no doubt emboldened by the experience, had no hesitation in taking me in, anxious to get going as soon as possible.

He was like a kid with a new toy, his lips and tongue working flat out, trying just as I had to make me as much a part of him as possible.

The question as to whether you could cum just by sucking someone was academic now. What did interest me was what it would taste like, and whether it would make me throw up or not. It wouldn't be long before I found out. Ravi was thrusting his cock as far in my mouth as he could, groaning deeply with obvious pleasure and well on the way to an orgasm.

I felt him cumming a split second before he shot his load down my throat, my tongue feeling the pulses of sperm race down his prick. Sympathetically, I ejaculated my boiling juices into his mouth, desperately and powerfully.

Coughing, spluttering and giggling insanely, we somehow managed to face each other, crimson faced and eyes watering.

"That was gross!" he smirked, licking his lips. "Good though!"

"Did you really like it?" I asked, embracing him and entwining our legs.

"Yeah. When you did it to me, it felt sort of odd at first, but after a bit, it was amazing. Do you like it?"

"Yes," I replied. "I think it's ace. Doesn't taste all that bad either."

We lay in a comfortable silence for ages, taking simple pleasure in each other, stroking and petting tenderly. Leaning over, I licked and kissed his little nipples, getting a suppressed giggle from him.

"More!" he demanded. "I like that, it tickles."

More than happy to oblige, I played around some more, noticing with mild astonishment that they actually got hard and stuck out a bit. Down below, our dicks stiffened up again, much to our delight.

Before long, Ravi was thrashing about the bed as if he were having a fit, his hands on the back of my head, not allowing me to stop even if I wanted to. I was please, not to say amazed, at the effect I was having on him. He was also making a lot of noise, which convinced me I aught to stop before my parents heard it.

"Wow!" he whispered. "You wouldn't believe what that felt like. Unbelievable."

I grinned back at him. "I could tell. You were making enough noise! I think we'd better stop for a bit though, my parents will be going to bed soon."

Reluctantly I climbed out of his bed and padded across to the other. Sliding between the cold sheets, I shivered as I made myself comfortable. We looked at each other, grinning conspiratorially across the room.

"Wait 'till they've gone to bed," I whispered.

In reply, Ravi nodded happily and said, "What's the most times you've cum in a day?"

I had to think about this for a minute before I told him that it was probably four, or maybe five. "You?"

"Same I think. But I gotta be careful though. If my parents knew I was still doing it, they'd kill me!" he giggled.

I'd never thought about this. If I thought my parents knew about my wanking, I'd die of embarrassment. So far though, I'd had no hint that they had any idea, not even on holiday with Jason.

"What do you mean 'still'?" I asked. "Did they find out?"

"Yeah, sort of. After I had that wet dream, I jerked off every night and didn't even think about the stains I was leaving on the bed sheets until my dad told me."

"Christ! What did he say?"

"Can't remember exactly. I was too embarrassed to listen to him properly, but he sort of believed me when I said that I didn't know where the mess came from except that sometimes I woke up in the middle of the night feeling wet. I think he assumed I was having wet dreams every night, and all I got was a talk about 'keeping myself pure' and stuff like that. He's a bit religious is dad."

"Didn't stop you though, did it!" I giggled.

"Only for a few days," Ravi laughed. "Then I learned to use a rag or paper tissue."

We talked of odds and ends for a while until a knock at the door interrupted us. My mother came in to wish us goodnight and reminded us again not to talk all night. We gave them half an hour to make sure they'd gone to bed before I whispered to Ravi, "Wanna come over here?"

There was no hesitation. Within seconds he was alongside me, one arm under my neck and the other on my waist. I turned the bedside light off and cuddled up close to him. I could feel our cocks erecting between us, the eroticness sending a warm glow through me. Rubbing my hand up and down his back, I felt every wonderful vertebra under my fingers.

"No tits!" Ravi giggled, remembering.

"OK," I whispered. "Can I do this instead?" And I kissed him lightly on the lips. What possessed me to do that, I'll never know - it hadn't even crossed my mind. Ravi's body tensed and he pushed me away. Blushing brightly, I backed off and stammered out an apology.

" 'Sall right," Ravi said quietly. "I wasn't expecting it, that's all. I've never been kissed by a boy before."

"OK. Forget it. What do you wanna do?"

Ravi brightened up and slid his hand onto my dick, fondling it delicately. Taking hold of his, I stroked it, mentally measuring it again.

"I like this," Ravi sighed. "Just holding them and being close together."

He was right of course. This was the best party of it, being able to hold somebody close and feel their warmth; caressing and fondling easily and pleasantly.

I don't know how long we lay there, simply enjoying each other, but it must've been ages, our hands exploring each other constantly, but always returning to the hard muscles between our legs.

"Would you really do it with Martyn?" Ravi asked lazily as he stroked my dick.

"Yeah, I think so," I answered. "At least I'd like to try anyway."

"Me too!" Ravi sniggered. "Wonder if he would?"

"Dunno. How could we find out?"

"No idea, but let's think about it." Ravi said as he lay on top of me, our cocks side by side.

Putting my hands on his butt, I gently thrust up into him, feeling our dicks rub against each other magically. All attempts at conversation now stopped as we let ourselves sink in the intoxicating bliss.

"Gonna cum," I whispered urgently some time later.

Ravi speeded up his thrustings and started to moan quietly. When I spurted, my whole body convulsed violently and I pulled Ravi down as hard as I could, my spunk shooting out achingly hard between us.

Ravi stopped and stretched out on top of me, his forehead against mine.

"You cum as well?" I gasped out.

He shook his head. "Nearly," he grinned.

He rolled off me onto his back and began to jerk himself off. Finding some energy from somewhere, I batted his hand away and took him in my mouth.

"Oh fuck!" he groaned as he fell back.

He was right, he was very ready to shoot. As I cradled his balls in my hand, I wrapped my lips round his dick and sucked hard. I've no idea how much spunk he fired out, all I know is that it hit the back of my throat hard and filled my mouth. Reflexively, I swallowed as much as I could.

"Bastard!" I smiled as I wiped the dribbles off my lips. "You almost choked me!"

Ravi grinned broadly and embraced me. "That was brilliant!" he whispered. Then he kissed me on the lips!

"Better get to bed," he whispered. "Don't wanna be found here in the morning!"

He slipped out of bed and turned to face me for a second or two, his beautifully naked body standing in front of me. Leaning down, he gave me another quick kiss and ran across the room.

Once he was settled in his own pit, I whispered a 'goodnight' to him and turned over.

"Goodnight," he answered. "Sweet dreams!" and then added, "Don't forget Martyn!"

I was so knackered that I don't remember dreaming of Martyn, Ravi or anything else for that matter. The thing I do know is that I woke up with a major boner and images of Martyn and Ravi at the front of my mind.

We didn't mention Martyn at all that day; in fact, following our usual pattern we didn't talk about sex at all. Most of the day was spent wandering around town and having a game of soccer in the park with a few lads that we knew from school. The evening we spent watching TV with my mum and dad, having agreed during the day that it would probably be a good idea not to go to bed until my parents did. At least it might stop them getting any funny ideas about what we were getting up to if we went before them.

Didn't spoil our fun though. After we'd showered (separately!) We sat in front of my computer in our pyjamas and played a few games half seriously. Neither of us, however, could keep our eyes away from the wide opening of our pyjama trousers. There was something hugely erotic about Ravi's splendid olive dick visible in the semi-darkness of his groin, knowing I'd touched it, wanked it and even has it in my mouth added an extra dimension to my thoughts.

Ravi, of course, was perfectly aware of what I was doing, and the effect it was having on me. His eyes were drawn like a magnet to my own groin and the erection hidden by my trousers. At least it was hidden until he moved the material just enough to get a better view. Thankfully we were sat with our backs to the door, just in case we had any unexpected visitors!

The parental visit did come after a while, as we expected. But just as soon as it was over, we climbed into his bed thankfully. It wasn't until we hugged each other that we realised in our haste that we were still wearing pyjamas. Giggling like kids, we shrugged them off and dropped them on the floor before starting again.

"That's better!" Rav grinned as he took my boner in his hand and held it gently. "I could get used to this!"

Stroking his soft hair, I smiled into his eyes, losing myself in the deep black pools.

"You can if you want," he whispered, returning my gaze.

I kissed him on his gorgeous lips, mouth closed, quickly and lightly. Then again. And again. Each time more firmly and more passionately. Still with closed lips though. When I stopped, I brushed the hair out of his eyes and embraced him hard. For those few moments we were as one being, united and loving. If I hadn't stopped kissing him, I'm sure that there would have been some sort of accident within a few minutes!

"I hate you," I giggled as I stroked his stiffie.

"Why what have I done?" he said.

"Because you always make me feel so fuckin' randy!"

"Bollocks!" he laughed. "I'm the one that gets a hard-on every time I see you!"

Something passed between us then that I'll neve forget as long as I live.

"Honestly?" I said seriously.

He nodded. "Really."

"Wow!" was all I could manage as I absorbed this mind-blowing news. This was something more than friendship he was sharing, not as much as love perhaps, but certainly not far from it.

"Why?" I asked dumbly.

"I dunno. Something to do with hormones and sex I think," he giggled.

"Not that, stupid" I laughed nervously. "I mean why me, err, us, err ..."

Ravi became serious now and looking me in the eye, whispered, "Because you're the only person I've ever been able to talk to properly, you don't take the piss or anything, and you're good fun."

"So are you," I replied, not having a clue what to say next, making do with a hug instead.

Still reeling under the shock, I kissed him on the lips. This time he kissed back, hard. So hard I could feel his teeth against mine.

"That's what did it," he mumbled. "When you kissed me last night, it scared me at first, not because I didn't like it, but because I didn't know why. I've been thinking about it all day."

"Sorry!" I stammered out. "I shan't do it again."

"Yes, you will," he stated matter-of-factly. "That kiss was because we are friends. It wasn't sexy. Well, it was sort of, but it was more because we are good friends. The sex stuff we do is a sort of extra. A good extra though!" He added, giggling.

Rav had thought about our relationship a lot more than I had, to my shame. And he was right. Most of the time we were together we never thought about sex unless we were having a bit of fun. Usually we were happy just being together. Like now - sort of.

"You're right I guess. You're a good mate and I like you a lot," I said conscious how lame that sounded. "More than a lot, I think." I added, staring at him.

This time he didn't answer. Instead he raised his head slightly and waited. Hungrily, I kissed him, my hand on his head, pulling him to me. Our lips parted and our tongues met,. Dancing round each other frantically, oblivious to everything except our entwined bodies.

"Wow!" he said after we eventually broke apart. "That wasn't just a friendly kiss, that was sex on wheels! You can do that anytime you like! Except in the street and in front of my parents!"

The moment had passed. I don't think either of us would have cared to put our feelings into words, even if we could. All we knew was that some sort of bridge had been crossed and we were now a great deal more than just good friends.

"What do you wanna do?" I asked, risking playing with one of his nipples.

"Lay here and talk," he giggled. "No sex. No touching. Just talk."

"OK," I agreed and moved away from him as far as the single bed would allow. "What do you wanna talk about?"

"Martyn," he said after a while.

"That's sex!" I laughed.

"No it isn't. At least not yet."

Silence.

"Where's your hand?" he asked.

"On my dick."

"We said no touching and no sex," Rav giggled. "That's both! Hands on top of the sheet!"

We lay our arms on top of the cover, in plain sight. More silence.

It became painful.

"Oh, fuck it!" Rav laughed and dived under the covers, sinking my still solid cock into his mouth.

We squirmed round and before long we were engaged in a frantic, exciting 69, the enforced minutes of celibacy adding extra satisfaction.

We both came together, causing us to choke not only on the sweet cum, but the ensuing giggles as we struggled to swallow it all.

Bringing Rav up to me, I kissed him, mouth open and tongues together. We hugged and kissed for a good few minutes before Rav said, "Disgusting! We've just kissed and the last thing I had in my mouth was your dick and your cum!"

"So? You're lucky. I had yours!" was all I could manage to say.

We nestled together, arms wrapped round each other, my head on his chest.

"So lover, what about Martyn?" Rav whispered. "You think it's a goer or not?"

Part Three .................

Despite giving Martyn a lot of thought over the next few weeks, neither of us had come up with any workable ideas. Part of the problem was that whenever we talked about him, it ended up with Rav and I getting so horny that we quickly forgot about him and ended up messing about with each other, which although much more fun didn't get us any further with the seduction of Martyn.

The only thing we did do was to make sure we were around him as much as we could be without making it obvious, and learn what sort of things he liked doing and stuff like that. The only thing that we seemed to share was an interest in computer games, which was a start I guess as we'd exchanged Email addresses so we could swap stuff.

Rav and I had sleep-overs quite often, but during school time we'd been cut down to Friday nights only - which was a good thing perhaps as otherwise we would have been sure to have been caught, given the amount of noise we made sometimes and how tired we were in the morning. During the Easter holidays though, things were a bit more relaxed and the parents didn't mind so much.

It was during these holidays that Rav and I discovered a fantastic swimming place.

About five miles from where we lived, the river broadened out on a bend, and in the middle of it was a small island. Between the island and the river bank was a perfect swimming hole - the water wasn't too deep and not very fast. For the first couple of times we went we changed into our swimming things behind a bush, but after that we didn't bother, after all we'd never seen anyone around so far and in any case it was more fun swimming naked!

Needless to say, once we'd had enough of the water, the bushes also gave us enough cover to have some more fun. There is something very different and special about having sex in the open air we found, and giving each other BJ's was really spectacular!

In the middle of the holidays, Rav and I had been to the cinema one evening and as we were late getting back had decided to stay at Rav's place. As usual, his dad was away, and his mother had gone to bed early to get an early start the following day.

To begin with Rav and I played Indy 500 on his pc but before long we were both hungry and Rav, clad in only his pants dashed off to get us some snacks. I watched as he spread out the Cokes and chips on the desk top, unable as usual to keep my eyes off him. Seeing me adjust my rising cock, he grinned at me and stuffed a chip in my mouth.

We were playing the game half-heartedly, both of us more interested in each other than the game when a 'You've Got Mail' flag popped up. Looking at each other curiously Rav brought it up. To our amazement, it was from Martyn, asking if Rav was around.

"Yeah!" Rav replied. "What u doin'?"

"Bored!" he replied. "No one around tonight so I thought I'd try you."

Ignoring the unintended slight, Rav simply said that he was pleased he had. They chatted together for a bit, then Rav told Martyn that I was there as well, having a sleep-over. I joined in the chat then, Martyn seemingly pleased that I was there.

"Got a webcam?" I asked . "It's more fun when we can see each other."

"Yeah. Sort of. 'Rents say I shouldn't use it though. Reckon it's too dangerous."

"They around?" Rav asked.

"Yeah. Don't go to bed until round 11."

By now Rav and I were holding each other's stiff cocks under the desk, our minds thinking along the same lines.

"Wanna get back later?" I typed. "Be great to talk."

"OK," Martyn said. "Bout 12?"

"Brill. Get cam set up." Rav said, giving my balls a tug.

"OK!" came back the reply. "CYA"

Once the connection had been broken, Rav and I hugged each other gleefully, grinning like Cheshire cats.

"How we gonna play this?" I asked Rav.

"Haven't a clue. You any ideas?"

Needless to say, I hadn't. All my plans involving Martyn had assumed us to be in the same room at least! Seduction over the net was not an idea I'd thought of.

It was a quarter past midnight when we finally managed to establish contact. By coincidence both systems had been set up to show just head and shoulder pictures much to my disappointment.

"What you been doing today?" Martyn asked.

"Swimming mostly, in the river," Rav replied.

The conversation went on in this sort of way for ages, nothing of any real interest to anybody on the whole. Rav too was getting bored, even his dick had gone limp.

"Do you have sleep-overs very often?" Martyn asked me.

"Yeah Once or twice a week," I lied.

"Wow! What do yo do?"

I hoped the colour definition wasn't good enough to pick up the fact that both Rav and I were blushing furiously.

Rav suddenly grabbed the keyboard from me and typed, "Play strip poker."

We could see Martyn's face change as he read this. Oddly enough, it wasn't so much shock it showed as amusement. Grinning at us, he entered: "Who won tonight?"

"Draw!" Rav answered.

"Show me!" Martyn typed rapidly.

"Bollocks! We ain't got much on!" I typed, hoping he'd take the bait.

"Don't believe you, Martyn answered. "Bet you're in yr pyjama trousers."

Rav opened up the camera to show us, naked - at least as far as Martyn could tell, the desk covering us from the waist down.

"Your turn," Rav sent.

The picture widened to show Martyn, also apparently nude.

"What you wearing?" I asked.

"Pants. You?"

"Same."

"Prove it. I dare you!" Martyn sent.

Looking at each other and grinning madly, Rav and I stood back to let him see.

"Hope he didn't see our boners," I whispered to Rav as we sat down.

"Your turn," I typed.

Still grinning, Martyn showed us a full length picture, his prick clearly visible in his small red briefs.

"Nice pants!" Rav said.

Martyn glance down suddenly remembering how small his briefs were and how little they hid.

"Wanna play a game?" I asked.

"What?"

I was winging this, praying that it would work.

"Strip Poker. All three of us."

"But we're only wearing pants," Martyn said.

"So? It'll be a quick game then, won't it!"

There was only the slightest pause before he agreed and asked how we played it. I told him to get the Queen and King from a pack of cards. Rav did the same for us, giving us two cards each.

"Right. Choose one card each. Odd one out loses."

First to loose was Rav. "Give him a good show," I whispered.

Rav stood up and in full view of the camera, did a twirl and dropped his pants to give Martyn a close up of his beautifully erect brown cock.

Next to loose was myself. I shrugged off my undies and did the same as Rav, except that I also stroked it a couple of times for Martyn's benefit.

"Your turn," I typed.

Martyn hesitated, unsure what to do.

"Come on," I sent, "Show us!"

Shrugging his shoulders, he grinned and took 'em off.

His dick, I knew, was shorter and fatter that Rav's or mine, as well as being cut. But it was still very nice though, and we both stared at it hungrily.

All too soon, Martyn sat down and looked into the camera.

"Thanks!" Rav said. "Very nice. Wish we were there with you."

Martyn looked uncomfortable for a few seconds, but it was plain to see where his left hand was and what it was doing. He'd either forgotten that we could see him, or didn't realise what he was doing. Or perhaps he did.

"Me too," he typed with one hand.

Giving Rav a nudge, we stood up and grabbed each other's dicks, making sure we were in camera. We stroked each other slowly, watching Martyn as he stared back, entranced. His left hand suddenly went faster and faster until with a shudder, he obviously shot his load under the table.

The last thing we saw was a mouthed 'Fuck it!" from Martyn as he switched off the pc.

"Don't believe that!" Rav gasped as he stared at me open-mouthed.

I shook my head, the after image of Martyn burned in my brain

"Don't suppose you recorded it did you?" I asked.

Rav shook his head. "Didn't think." he muttered.

"What do we do now?" Rav asked as we climbed into bed.

"Don't know," I mused "I didn't expect that. Sort of took me by surprise."

"Not as much of a surprise as Martyn got!" Rav sniggered. "Nice dick though."

We discussed various ways we could persuade Martyn to join us in our fun, most of which were highly erotic and impractical to say the least! The only really workable idea we had was to try and get Martyn to join us again the following night on the net, but as I would be at home, it would have to be a three-way hook-up which we'd never done before.

Putting all our thoughts of Martyn to the back of our minds, we concentrated on ourselves for a while, embracing and kissing each other tenderly. Slowly we jerked each other off, focussing on giving each other as much pleasure as we could. I think we both enjoyed the easygoing relationship we now had - the mutual wanking no longer the urgent and somewhat desperate deed it used to be, but a demonstration of our sort of affection for each other.

We did it again the following morning, neither of us being able to resist the naked body pressed up against each other as we awoke.

Eventually struggling out of bed and showering, we ate a lazy breakfast before deciding to send a message to Martyn telling him about our idea, and that if it were possible, to get himself on line at about seven so we could give it a trial run.

Time passed slowly that day. Rav and I spent the morning cleaning our bikes and generally keeping busy and out of the way. The afternoon I had to spend at home, doing the odd jobs that had built up for me: putting the rubbish out, tidying my room, all that sort of stuff. Seven o'clock came and I anxiously fired up the pc. It took an absolute age to get things working, but after an hour we got things lined up and logged off, agreeing to talk again at midnight.

To be honest, I was surprised that Martyn had agreed so quickly and easily to our plan. No mention was made of the previous night, not even obliquely, but it was patently obvious that he was willing to play along with us. How far remains to be seen.

Midnight came and Rav I and I hooked up OK but there was no sign of Martyn. We gossiped for ages about odds and ends, even about school! But there was no sign of Martyn at all. We were both disappointed that he'd probably decided not to take part in our fun and games and had almost written him off when suddenly he logged on.

"Sorry!" he flashed, "Parents only just gone to bed."

We chatted away for a few minutes about inconsequentials, none of us wanting to be the first to bring up what was uppermost in our minds. Eventually the conversation died and we sat looking at each other for a few minutes before Ravi broke the impasse.

"Thanks for last night. It was brill!"

This woke Martyn up and he grinned broadly at us.

"Took me ages to clear the mess up," he replied. Then he added, "What did you two do, as if I didn't know."

"Went to bed and tried to sleep," I typed. "But I was assaulted by Rav!"

"Bollocks!" Ravi interjected. "You started it!"

The conversation improved then and we joked around for a bit until Martyn asked if we were both hard now. Once it'd been confirmed that we were, it naturally followed that we had to show them to each other. This time we had a really good look at one another - my concentrating on Martyn as you'd expect. It wasn't as nice looking as Rav's I thought once again, but it was still very OK.

"Wish I could touch it," I sent to Martyn.

"Same here," he answered. "You both look OK."

"Wanna meet up sometime?" Rav asked.

"When and where?"

Rav explained where the swimming hole was, and invited Martyn to join us the following day. We were all happy about this and my cock gave a twitch in my hand as it agreed. All the hours I'd spent trying to work out how to get inside Martyn's trousers had been a waste of time! To all intents and purposes he was now offering it to us on a plate - all we had to do was ask! I almost came at the thought.

"You done IT with anyone else?" I asked.

Martyn thought for a moment before replying, "Yeah. But if I tell you, it's gotta be a secret, OK?"

We agreed of course, and waited for Martyn to start.

"It was last year when I was staying at my cousin's house. She's called Alice, and is the same age as me. We were in her bedroom and got talking about sex and stuff. I got a real boner on and she must've noticed it because she asked if she could see it! I didn't want to at first, but then she said she would show me hers if I did. We both took our things off and she felt all round my 'nads and had a real good look. Then she let me see her, and showed me how to put a finger inside her. Girls have got a little nobbly thing inside them - a bit like a tiny prick sort of. If you rub this, its just like when you jerk yourself off. Anyway we sort of played with each other and she made me cum, and I made her cum as well. It was bloody fantastic!"

Rav and I were gobsmacked. Doing anything with a girl was way beyond our wildest dreams, not that either of us knew any girls anywhere near well enough to even mention the word sex to them anyway.

"I gotta cum," Rav sent.

"Me too," both me and Martyn replied at the same time.

The monitors were soon filled with images of three boys jerking themselves off hurriedly and excitedly, eyes flicking from one erotic picture to another, hands frantically pounding three hugely erect dicks. I watched as Martyn shot his load in front of me, for the second time in 24 hours.

It wasn't long of course before all three of us were in our own beds, minds full not only of what we'd seen, but of what tomorrow would bring. I even managed to make myself cum again, pictures of Rav and Martyn bringing me to a wonderful and exhausting climax for the second time in half an hour!

Rav and I were the first to get to the swimming hole and took the chance to have a quick kiss and hug in the bushes before Martyn arrived. Deciding not to get changed until all three of us were together, Rav and I sat on the grass watching the path which Martyn would come down.

"We'd better take it easy with Martyn," Ravi said. "You know, not jumping his bones as soon as he turns up - if he turns up!"

"I agree," I answered. "At least let's give him five minutes anyway!"

We didn't have to wait long before we saw a bike come racing over the hill down towards us and skid to a stop. At first we were a little awkward together, after all the last time we'd seen each other we were naked and jerking off, but once Martyn had asked where we got changed, the atmosphere got lighter. Retreating behind the bushes we all undressed, watching each other out of the corner of our eyes. Rav and I giggled as we caught sight of each other perving on Martyn.

"So?" said Martyn, "You seen it all before."

He didn't rush to put his swimmers on though and seemed to actually enjoy being the centre of attention: it was only when he started to get hard that he pulled his trunks up and headed towards the water.

The river seemed colder than usual for some reason and after an hour we'd all had enough. Scrambling up the bank we sat on the grass letting the sun dry us.

"What's it like doing it with a girl?" I asked.

"Dunno," said Martyn. "I've never done it."

"You know what I mean," I laughed. "You know, putting your fingers inside her."

"It was a bit odd. Nice, though. Especially when I found her clit and made her cum. But it was better when she made me cum," he laughed.

"You done it since?" Ravi asked.

"Naah. We did it the once and she hasn't been interested since. I think she just wanted to know what it was like I guess."

As we chatted on, we somehow found ourselves stretched out on the grass in a triangle sort of shape, heads resting on our crooked arms. We were also taking semi-secret looks at each of our groins, watching the erections grow.

"You two done it much?" Martyn asked. "I was a bit surprised when I saw you together the other night. I didn't think you knew each other that well."

"We've known each other for ages," Ravi said quickly. "We have sleep-overs at each other's house sometimes, and, well, you know, things sometimes happen!"

"Not every time though," I added hastily. "Only when we feel like it. Usually we just talk all night!"

"Feel like it now?" Martyn asked, grinning. "I've seen you both on camera and now I want to have a proper look!"

I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised at Martyn's bluntness, that was just like him. He had a reputation at school of always speaking his mind - not rudely, he just didn't always think before he spoke.

Rav and I smiled at each other, signalling that we were about to achieve the goal we'd set ourselves. Pushing our swimmers down just enough to reveal our woodies, we stared at each other.

"Wanna go in the bushes? No one can see us there," Rav whispered.

There wasn't a great deal of room in our den for the three of us, but we managed to squeeze together somehow, our now naked bodies entwined.

"This's good," Martyn giggled as he took hold of our cocks, one in each hand.

Being in a three-some wasn't quite what I expected it to be. Rav and I of course wanted to mess about with Martyn as much as we could, and Martyn wanted to feel us up. There were hands all over the place, Rav and I trying to share Martyn between us and Martyn trying to keep us both satisfied. It was OK I guess, but it would have been much better if there was just two of us. In the end I gave up and concentrated on Rav, leaving him to mess with Martyn. Then we changed round a bit. It was good feeling Martyn's hand around my cock and balls, he had a different sort of touch to Rav, his fingers dancing around, making me squirm with delight. Once in a while I would glance up at him and see his eyes sparkle like a ten year old with a new toy.

"I'm gonna cum," Rav moaned as I played with his dickhead in the way I knew drove him wild.

"Me too!" Martyn echoed.

I watched as they shot their respective loads, Martyn shooting his out in what seemed to be one long string. He hardly paused in jerking me to orgasm and just seconds later my own contribution pooled with theirs on the ground between us. It was good, and very satisfying, but somehow it wasn't the same as usual and I felt a bit let down for some reason.

We were OK on the ride home though: I cheered up and enjoyed the banter. Martyn was still high and showed it in his non-stop chatter, talking about a million things, hardly noticing if we were listening or not.

We parted company at the cross-roads, Martyn turning off to make his way home. Rav and I headed towards his house, knowing it would be empty at this time of day.

Once we were in his room, I sat on the bed, looking at him.

"What's the matter?" he asked. "You don't seem too happy."

"Dunno. Bit pissed off for some reason."

Rav came and sat beside me, putting an arm over my shoulder and giving me a hug. I turned round and took him in my arms and kissed him hard. Suddenly I felt a lot better, as if a great weight had been lifted from my shoulders. Easing him back on the bed, I slipped my hands under his T-shirt and kissed him again, passionately and lovingly. Like a bolt from the blue, it hit me why I was pissed off. I was jealous - worried that Martyn might somehow take Rav from me, or Rav prefer Martyn to me.

"How long we got?" I whispered as I pulled his shirt off.

Rav glanced at the clock and told me, "About two hours."

Frantically, I finished undressing Rav and then stripped off myself. Still in something of a panic, I lay on top of him and pressed our lips together.

"That's nice!" I sighed, now feeling a million times better. "I've missed you!"

Stupidly, I even felt a tear or two leak from my eyes as I stroked Rav's chest.

"I don't wanna go with Martyn again," I murmured. I wanted to say more, a lot more, but I was afraid of breaking down completely if I did.

Rav, thank goodness, seemed to understand what I was saying and hugged me tightly, stroking my back. Not for the first time I wished I could somehow become part of him, to become one body, to unite as one person.

Looking deep into Rav's eyes, I whispered, "Got any Vaseline?"

He looked shocked for a second as he took in what I'd said, and what I wanted.

Wordlessly, he nodded. I bit my lower lip as I thought about what I - no, we - were about to do. I'd thought about it a few times, but had always pushed it to the back of my mind as being a step too far, but now it was the only thing I wanted to do, and it felt right.

Ravi came back with the jar in his hand, offering it to me silently.

He didn't argue, didn't question, didn't even ask if I was sure. I covered his dick with the grey jelly and gave him the jar back. Turning onto my front, I waited for him to do the necessary.

I knew it would hurt, I knew it wouldn't be easy for either of us, but it was what we wanted.

His cock pressed against my hole, gently at first, but with a slowly increasing pressure. He gripped my hips firmly and pushed a bit harder. I was desperate, my whole body aching for him to take me, to feel him inside me. I was in pain, not from Rav, but the yearning for him, for us to make love properly.

Suddenly, I found myself relaxed and my muscle opened to let him in. There was only an instant's pain at the unfamiliar sensation, but nothing like I'd feared, and then it felt truly wonderful.

As he eased himself further in, waves of ecstasy coursed through me, every fibre of my being responding to his presence. This time, I let the tears flow silently and freely, aware that at last we were united in the best way possible.

Thee feelings got even more intense as he thrust in and out, each stroke fixing itself in my brain for ever. Somewhere in the far distance I heard myself moaning and groaning, urging him on, not giving a damn how much noise I made or who heard me. I wanted it to go on for ever, but it couldn't of course. With a three or four hard thrusts, Ravi orgasmed deep inside me, filling me not only with his seed, but also his love.

"You OK?" he whispered a few minutes later. "I thought I'd lost you for a minute there."

I nodded, smiling as much as I could. "Perfect. Absolutely perfect. I needed you do to that for me."

"I know," he said quietly. "I'm glad. I wanted it as well."

We kissed lightly at first, then with increasing passion, Rav's eyes just as moist as mine.

"Wanna sleep over?" he asked, grinning.

It was his turn in the early hours of the following morning, and he gave himself to me just as willingly as I had to him. There was no feeling of 'I did it to you so you can do it to me' sort of thing: it was simply what we wanted and needed to do for each other.

And that is just about it I guess. We had a few more sessions with Martyn, usually at his suggestion, but on the whole Rav and I kept ourselves to ourselves. We still boy-watch at school, but now it is more in fun than anything else and not taken too seriously. We have each other, and that is more than enough.

The End