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JAMES COMES OF AGE
CHAPTER 5 - Cadet Camp
The summer term had finished, and James had a bit of time on his hands before heading off to summer camp with his Air Cadet group. This happened, as usual, a couple of weeks into the summer holiday, just after James' sixteenth birthday. As the group was linked with his school, he knew most of the other people he would be travelling with. As usual, they travelled in their 'civvy' clothes and would only wear uniforms when on the air base where the camp was to be held.
The group was smaller than the associated army cadet group, and there were only three boys from James' year including himself on the trip. There were equally small numbers from the other year groups involved. Disappointingly for James, none of the boys on the trip were particularly attractive, though in the unlikely event he ever got the chance, he wouldn't kick most of them out of bed. James spent most of the journey chatting to the two other boys from his year, Mark and Julian. He'd known both since starting at his current school, but Mark and Julian had known each other much longer, as both lived in the same village. It was a long journey and, when they arrived, they found that there would be representatives from two other schools.
As James, Mark and Julian were all corporals, they were all assigned single rooms, whereas some of the younger, more junior members were sharing twin rooms. James was quite disappointed that there wasn't any eye candy from anywhere else. The three were also split up into four different groups.
In James' group was a rather unpleasant boy from another school, who seemed to delight in causing offence to people. They were talking about the other people from their respective schools and James mentioned Mark and Julian.
"A boy called JULIE - eh!" the unpleasant boy said, "this'll be fun."
"No, it's Julian," replied James
"Don't worry, I'll remember to get Julie's name right."
James realised that it was a lost cause trying to persuade the other boy not to misname Julian and he hoped his friend would not blame him for the unpleasant boy's actions.
The camp was generally going well - everyone there was having a good time, however James still had a problem with the boy from the other school called Julian Julie. He went and had a word with the sergeant from his section but didn't get a very good reply. The sergeant was from the same school as the unpleasant boy and simply told James that the other boy was a bit of a tosser and there wasn't much anyone could do about him.
Despite what he had been told by the sergeant, James thought he would have another go at trying to persuade the other boy to stop getting at Julian. On the Tuesday, about halfway through the week long camp, James approached the unpleasant boy when he knew Julian was nearby.
"Look," he began, "you're really pissing off my friend by misnaming him."
"What, JULIE" the other boy responded.
"It's NOT Julie. It's Julian." James enunciated the last syllable of Julian's name clearly.
"Oh, Julie-Ann is it. I'll be sure to remember."
James was mentally kicking himself, and he only felt worse when he turned to see Julian standing behind him.
"Suck my fucking dick, Parker," shouted Julian, "you've just made things fucking worse." Julian stormed off to his own room.
James and Julian avoided each other for the next couple of days but were not able to avoid each other on the Thursday evening, when the cadets went to the base's bowling alley. Bowling against the other groups, James and Julian's groups were playing each other and the two corporals were set to bowl on the same lane. Things did not go well for James - it was difficult having to bowl against Julian, and this was not helped by James having a remarkably good evening, and easily beating Julian's score. At the end of the evening, Julian headed off to his room, alone, whilst James headed back with the sergeant and Mark. When they got back, the three boys went to the sergeant's room and kept chatting but, being Julian's room was a couple of doors down the corridor, James decided to see if he could apologise. He knocked, tentatively, on Julian's door.
"Come in," Julian called. James entered, cautiously. "Oh. It's you," Julian continued, "you've got a fucking nerve."
"I'm sorry Julian, I've tried to get that wanker to stop, but he won't."
"Sorry are you," raged Julian, "with what I've had to put up with all week, sorry doesn't really cut it." He moved and blocked James' exit as James suddenly felt how close Julian was to him. "I'll show you I'm not a Julie!"
Suddenly, with some of his martial arts skills, Julian had grabbed James and got him into some sort of hold. James struggled against the other boy, excited as he was by the closeness of the hold.
"Suck my dick I said on Tuesday, so that's what you're going to do to make it up to me."
With a practiced move, Julian flipped James so instead of facing away from each other, the two boys were face to face. This didn't last long as Julian forced James onto his knees, but with his arms free, and James found his face level with Julian's crotch. His eyes were drawn to the shiny, soft material of the jogging trousers Julian was wearing. The dark blue material was just in front of Julian and he wanted to reach out and touch what he knew lay beyond. All he got was Julian forcing his face into his trousers as he could feel the soft material rub his face in contrast to the inner hardness.
"Drop my trousers," ordered Julian.
With trembling hands, James reach forward and grasped the trousers at the hips and pulled. The elasticated waistband gave easily, and Julian's trousers dropped to his knees. James' gaze fell back upon the top of Julian's legs - he'd seen them before when changing for sports at school, but never so up close. He noticed the smattering of light hairs at the bottom of the other boy's thighs that faded out as he drew towards the crotch. Julian was wearing a pair of green briefs that James was sure he had seen him wearing before, but that wasn't surprising. Changing near each other for sport twice a week for a few years, James had probably seen most of Julian's underwear. James had, however, not seen Julian up close when his erection was held tight against his body by the briefs which were being strained by Julian's engorged knob.
"Now my pants."
James complied, releasing Julian's cock to stand proud before his body. James' face was close to Julian's crotch. He could smell the other boy's scent as he drank in the view of Julian's erection. The balls hung small below the cock, which James estimated to be a fraction of an inch longer than his own, and a little thicker as well. He felt the pressure on his head increase as Julian forced his mouth towards the waiting cock.
"Keep your hands down and open up"
Keeping his hands crossed behind his own arse, James opened his mouth slightly as the head of Julian's cock was pushed in. He felt the bulbous head pass his lips, then the thick shaft opened his mouth wider. He didn't want to make this too easy for Julian, didn't want the other boy to know how much he was enjoying this.
"Suck it properly," Julian snapped, "don't make me do all the work."
Running his tongue along Julian's shaft as far up as he could, James could feel the smooth skin, contrasting with the tickle of Julian's dark pubes on his lips and chin. Julian pulled back, leaving the head of his cock in James' mouth. The kneeling boy started working his mouth round the head, feeling the contrast of the skin and the uncovered glans. He wasn't sure now how much of the liquid in his mouth was his own saliva and how much was pre-cum from Julian. Holding James' head, Julian slipped his cock deeper into James' mouth as James used his tongue to lick the whole shaft. Between his hand and his legs, Julian was driving the encounter - he would decide how much cock was in James' mouth, but James had the power to decide how to use his body. As Julian withdrew again and left just the head of his cock in James' mouth, James decided to apply some suction and was rewarded with a moan of pleasure from Julian.
"Keep doing that."
James kept sucking as his tongue flicked over Julian's cock-head, now darting up and down his slit as the standing boy crooned with enjoyment. Much as he wanted to reach up and play with Julian's balls, or run his hand up between Julian's arse-cheeks, he knew he had to keep his hands down and keep sucking. As the pressure from Julian's hand forced James to suck deeper, he opened his mouth wider to risk a lick between Julian's balls. He could feel his gag reflex as Julian's cock slid down the back of his throat. Again, Julian responded with a moan. Glancing upwards, James could see Julian's free hand had slid beneath his T-shirt and seemed to be playing with his nipples. The other hand on James' head seemed to be loosening its grip, and now James was in control.
He kept working on Julian's sensitive head, not ignoring the shaft where running his tongue down the thick vein elicited moans of pleasure from Julian. Not knowing if he would get any warning when Julian was about to cum, James kept on sucking, then he felt it - a pulsing in Julian's cock. Julian almost drew entirely out of James' mouth as his ecstasy came over him. Grunting, he thrust back in as he coated the inside of James' mouth with spunk.
"Now swallow." The final instruction came from Julian. James gave a swallowing motion as Julian hoisted his underwear and trousers.
"Get out." James didn't need telling twice. As his bedroom was further away, he ran to the nearest bathroom, rushed into a stall and locked the door. Feverishly he dropped his jeans and boxers and got out his own cock. Reaching into his mouth he extracted some of his saliva mixed with Julian's seed and coated his cock with it. He properly swallowed the rest, enjoying the salty sweetness of the spunk. Working his hand furiously round his own cock, in just two or three strokes, he shot his own load over his T-shirt. Fuck, he'd have to change but that had been a hot evening. The third boys cum he had tasted, and the second he had had without the additional taste of biscuit. He could get used to this.