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LOOK, NO HANDS!!
Chapter 2
Even though my recovery from injury was relatively smooth, the summer holiday dragged on mainly because I was unable to go sailing. The other matter that hung over my best friend, Matt, and me was the results of our A-level examinations. I was expected to do well, but Matt was not and he was more concerned about that and even more so when he learned that his girl friend Mandy was likely to be away on holiday when they came out. On the other hand, Phil, who was waiting for his examination results for his GCSE due out a week after the A-levels, and I took every opportunity to be alone together and satisfy our sexual desires at least once a day.
The week our results were due out Phil sprung a surprise for me. Although I was still not able to sail without help and Phil was no sailor at all, my lover managed to arrange for us to go out with someone he knew whose family owned a yacht later in the week after my results had come out. Since his accident, Matt had been less keen to go out sailing and did not feel confident enough to take the leading role and so had not offered to come with me or Phil when it had been suggested before that the three of us could have a day sailing in the estuary. I had called round at the house hoping to catch Phil alone but Matt was also in when I arrived and was amazed when he heard what Phil was planning,
"Jim Atkins, you can't be serious, Phil. He's a home boy, always reading and he has got no muscles, worst of all, however, he's a bit of a bender, or so I've heard. Rumour has it that he asked Mark Wilson to fuck him up the bum!! I don't think I'd want to have him take me out sailing. What do you think?"
Matt looked straight at me as he spoke, but it was his brother that answered the question,
"I don't know anything about the last bit, Matt but what I do know is that he has a yacht and can sail it and when I talked to him about what I wanted he was happy to agree. As for first two comments, not every one can be like you and Bobby Bliss."
Bobby was the school's star athlete and between them he and Matt had broken every school record. Bobby scored the most runs at cricket in a season for the school team and Matt had taken a record number of wickets with his fast bowling. Bobby had scored more tires at rugby than any other player and Matt had been the most prolific goal scorer at soccer the school had ever produced. Their prowess did not end there. In track and field the two athletes dominated all others and had helped the school win the national championship. What they possessed in athletic ability was not, however, replicated in academic success. Liker Matt, Bobby was no academic and he was fearing the results of his examinations almost as much as my best friend was.
I joined in the discussion,
"I agree with Phil. I think it is a great idea, I've missed my sailing and I'm not too worried about rumours about a guy I've never met and, in any case, there's not much room on a yacht for any hanky panky and the estuary is bound to be full of other sailors so I think that even if the rumour is true we're all quite safe! Thank for warning us, Matt but even more thanks for arranging it, Phil."
Matt continued to mutter under his breath, but accepted that Phil and I were going sailing later in the week with Jim Atkins. The subject was not mentioned again especially as the rest of the week was full of anticipation of the examination results. One piece of good news for Matt was that he passed his driving test and so was able to pick me up and proudly drive us both into school on the morning the results were released. As expected my results were good, I gained three A grade passes and would be setting off for life at Oxford in just a few more weeks. Matt on the other hand had done worse than he had hoped. Sullen faced, my best friend walked over towards me and groaned,
"I'm dead, man!! My parents are going to kill me, I've got two E's and an Unclassified in English Literature!! They'll make me take them again. I suppose you did fantastically well and will put me to shame, as usual!!"
I wanted to sympathise but could not conceal my own delight at doing well and restrained myself from pointing out that Matt might have done better in Eng Lit if he had bothered to read any of the books!! I merely told him my good news and he reacted as I might have expected,
"Great stuff, mate!! You'll be off to Oxford in October then, great! Can I come and visit with Mandy? That's if I'm allowed to!! She's going to do very well in her exams, she studied every night for weeks, during that time, and she only let me have a fuck on a Saturday night. What with her and Phil likely to do well too, I'm in for a drubbing. Come on, let's go for a drive!!"
I half expected Matt to take me to one of the places we usually went to when he wanted me to comfort him by wanking him off and I was not surprised when we arrived at the derelict farmhouse just outside the village and Matt said quietly,
"Shall we go inside?"
I nodded agreement and a few minutes later I had my best friend's cock grasped in my hand and I was working it up and down in a sensuous manner. As I rolled the loose skin backwards and forwards on and off his sensitive head, Matt groaned and said,
"Oh yeah!! Nobody wanks me like you do!! You know just how to give me maximum pleasure!!"
I varied the speed of my masturbation of Matt's dick but knew from experience that he would soon lose control and be ready to shoot a load of creamy spunk wastefully all over the stone floor in front of us. I did not even need to be told when this would happen as I could tell by his body movements and breathing that the moment was fast approaching and tried to vary my speed so that I made it last as long as possible. With a load groan, Matt's cock spewed forth his creamy seed and ropes of jizz splattered onto the floor and I watched as the copious load finally stopped spraying. As always, Matt was grateful for my help in bringing him off, but equally it was typical of him that he did not enquire about my needs or offer to return the favour. I had some time before this realised that Matt was a user but he was my best friend and I loved him like a brother and decided that hard though my prick was I would save my cum for someone who would appreciate it, Matt's brother, Phil!! As I made my decision, I wondered if Matt had the same cavalier attitude with Mandy and ever thought about satisfying her needs along with his own. I wanted to say something but knew that my best friend would be upset if I did and decided Matt would have to learn the hard way. I did briefly extract my prick from my trousers and gave it a few half-hearted tugs but Matt was too busy getting his clothes straight to notice and merely nodded when I said that I was obviously not in the mood to shoot a load.
We drove back in comparative silence each of us preparing to tell our parents our news. At my house we decided that Matt should go on alone to face the music from his parents and that I should be left to tell mine the good news. I reminded my best friend that the following day I would be sailing and probably would not see him, so we agreed to speak by phone later in the day. As he left, Matt gave me another warning about the lad whose boat we would be sailing and he repeated it again when we talked on the telephone that evening. On both occasions I muttered reassurances that all would be well and that Phil and I would look after each other. I also learned that, as predicted, Matt's parents were insistent that he should re^×take his exams, but on the brighter side, Mandy who had expected to be away for two weeks was returning early so that she would be home for her exam results the following Thursday. I said that I was pleased to hear this and we said our `goodbyes'.
The next morning was bright and sunny but with a fair breeze, ideal for sailing in the estuary. I had got up early and had dressed suitably for sailing, putting on a sweatshirt and jeans and was ready some time before I needed to leave. I was excited, wondering if what Matt had said about Jim Atkins was true and, if so, whether he and Phil had ever got it together. I had not had the chance to talk to Phil about it on our own and did not know how to bring the matter up without sounding too obvious. I wondered if there would be a chance of doing so as we walked down to the Marina to join the yacht. In the end we didn't because we had to rush because Phil was late. However, I got a partial answer when I saw that my best friend's brother was dressed in a very sexy looking outfit so that even if he hadn't had the chance to play around with Jim he sure was hoping to do so today!! We had to hurry to catch the tide because if we did it would mean that we would not have to haul the boat some distance from the shore to get her to float, but could sail straight out into the estuary. As we got to the Marina, I could see a little queue forming to get out before the tide turned and the water level fell. We rushed along the quayside until Phil pointed and said,
"There he is, standing on the deck of that boat there!!"
I looked over and saw at once a figure on the deck preparing to sail. Jim saw Phil and waved and I got my first look at him. Jim was the same age as Phil and about two years younger than I was and he was wearing the tightest pair of jeans I have ever seen and they showed off to perfection a beautiful bubble arse and a satisfactory bulge at the front. He was also wearing a tight-fitting T-shirt that showed off his chest muscles to perfection. We hurried over to the boat and got on board, Phil introduced me to Jim and it was clear that they both knew each other quite well. Jim understood that I was of limited use in preparing to set off but that I had a lot of experience and could do some jobs, Phil was a novice at sailing and although willing proved to be more of a handicap than a help. Nevertheless, with some considerable effort we managed to get everything ready and just managed to get out into the estuary before time ran out. Jim's boat was slightly larger than mine but it handled beautifully and we spend a pleasant time just manoeuvring around the estuary as each of us took turns on the tiller and Jim, with some assistance from Phil, raised and lowered the sails. The sun was pleasantly warm and after about an hour it was hot enough for tops to be discarded and I got an ever better view of Jim's muscular body.
I had been steering for a while when Jim came up alongside me and said,
"Do you mind if I take over. I thought we might find somewhere quiet to have lunch."
"Lunch?" I asked puzzled, "I didn't bring anything with me."
Phil laughed when he heard me say this and then said,
"I shouldn't worry about that, I'm sure Jim has enough for everyone!!"
Jim also laughed and took over the steering, turning the yacht towards the shore. I had sailed this route many times and had no idea where we were going. As far as I knew the shoreline was unbroken but Jim knew differently and, to my surprise, he skilfully brought us around a rocky outcrop and into a quiet sheltered cove with a small inlet into an anchorage under a rocky canopy. Bringing the yacht alongside the shelf of sandstone, Jim handed the stay rope to Phil who jumped ashore and secured it under some stones. I looked in astonishment at the caves and Jim said,
"Welcome to my secret hideaway! I only bring special friends here!"
I noted the emphasis my new friend placed on the word special and any doubts that we were here for sex were eradicated. Even more so were they as Jim helped me out of the yacht and brushed his hand firmly and deliberately against my crotch, making my cock twitch and start to harden. Phil was standing watching this and I noticed that his dick was getting hard inside his jeans as well. Jim was very much in charge of proceedings and said,
"I think it's warm enough to remove all our clothes, don't you? Shall I be the one to start?"
Jim reached across and deftly unzipped my jeans and Phil helped him lower them down to me ankles and then they waited while I slipped off my deck shoes before removing them completely. As soon as I was free of footwear, Jim placed his hands on my crotch and massaged my now rock hard dick through the material of my underwear and then, in a single movement pulled the boxers forward and down leaving me naked with a hard on bobbing gently in front of me. Jim took hold of my cock and gently massaged it between his fingers and then said,
"You look as good as Phil!! I can't wait to have you inside me!!"
The remark answered my question as to whether Phil and Jim had been with each other and, although I loved sex with Phil, but I was the first to admit that I did not expect him to be faithful to me. Furthermore I had realised that he must have had some fun elsewhere because of the way he had so readily and eagerly sucked me off the first time we had been together. After I had been stripped naked, it was Phil's turn next and soon he was as naked as I was and out two pricks were on full display but Jim was still fully clothed. With a brief nod towards each other, Phil and I moved towards Jim who stood motionless as we two horny teenagers removed his clothing and exposed a third rampant dick. Jim's cock was short and fat and the head poked a long way through the opening of his foreskin. I reached over and gently eased the skin right off the glans so that the sensitive head was fully exposed. Phil moved closer and put out his tongue and began to lick and tease the now fully-exposed piss slit and cock head, so I explored Jim's perfectly rounded arse cheeks with one hand and fondled his chest and nipples with the other. As I did so, Jim caressed my shaft and balls and my slit began to ooze with pre-cum, which my new friend spread evenly over my pink, velvety glans. Jim moaned as Phil and I worked on him but then forced us to stop working on him for a moment as he said to me,
"While Phil is sucking my cock, will you finger fuck my hole and make it ready to receive your beautiful dick?"
I needed no second invitation and waited while Phil's mouth started its rhythmic suctioning up and down the length of his friend's cock before I collected some of my pre-cum and began to work my finger into the entrance of Jim's love channel. In next to no time I had managed to insert two fingers inside the teenager's hole and there appeared to be ample room for more to follow. I continued to squeeze and tease Jim's nipples and explore his surprisingly muscular chest with my other hand as the teenager moaned with pleasure and then again stopped the action. Looking straight at me, the horny teen said,
"OK, I think I'm ready, now!! Let's get organised! I'll kneel down on the towels and suck Phil's lovely dick, while you fuck me with your equally beautiful, long cock. I've always wanted to be done at each end and today my wish will be granted!!"
Without a further word, Jim knelt down and guided Phil's rampant prick towards his lips, licking his piss slit with his tongue and slurping the velvety cut head into his mouth. I moved behind Jim and lined up my own dick so that it would glide past his perfectly rounded cheeks and on into the well greased and waiting hole. I felt the slick hole open as the head of my cock reached the entrance to Jim's love channel and I entered him slowly until about half my shaft was embedded inside him. I caught Phil's eye and he was already looking ecstatic as Jim's greedy mouth worked up and down my friend's shaft to the balls that slapped against the teenager's chin every time he swallowed the complete length down his throat. Inspired by the pleasure Jim was giving to my lover, I pushed deeper inside the sucking teen until I could go no further and then I waited a moment before slowly withdrawing until just the head remained lodged inside. This was my first ever fuck but I instinctively knew what to do and what I was doing seemed to meet with Jim's approval judging by the muffled sounds that came from his sucking mouth. As I got into a regular rhythm of pushing in and out of the younger teen's hole I reached underneath with both hands and took Jim's cock in one and began to wank it in time to my thrusts and played with his erect nipples as I did so. Soon we had reached a perfectly coordinated method of working so that Jim's sucking and my fucking and wanking motions were all working together in unison. I was gasping for breath and so was Phil who appeared to be on the brink of firing his delicious teen cream into Jim's waiting throat. Phil screwed up his face as he attempted to delay the inevitable but I saw him relax as the orgasmic wave overwhelmed him and I knew that in a matter of seconds Jim would be swallowing his reward. Matt moaned with pleasure as he released the tension and his jizz ejaculated into the waiting mouth. The thought and sight of my lover cumming brought me to the edge and I, too, failed to delay the inevitable and my prick shuddered and twitched as my ball cream raced to my piss slit and spayed its warm stickiness all over the inside of Jim's love channel. No doubt delighted by the two loads that he had received from his horny friends, I felt Jim's cock expand and, as I wanked it harder, spunk flew out of the angry cock head and splattered onto the towel that was underneath the kneeling teen. I caught some of the ball juice on my wanking hand and produced it to offer first to Phil, then to Jim and finally tasted the spunk for myself.
Happy, contented and satisfied, the three of us sprawled down onto the towel as we fought to recover from our exertions and dozed quietly for a few minutes until our senses had returned to normal. As I opened my eyes I saw a movement in the corner of the cave and wondered what it might be. I did not have to wait long. A voice from the darkness said,
"That was one really hot show you guys just put on. I'm sorry I only arrived just as you were finishing, but hopefully you have enough juice in your tanks to go again before you leave."
All three of us were now sitting bolt upright and the stranger approached us. He was naked and swinging in front of him was a beautiful, long, thin, uncut cock. I had not recognised the voice, possibly because of the echo in the cavern but I immediately recognised the face. Our unknown voyeur was none other that Bobby Bliss. Although I did not share his interest or qualities of achievement in athletics, there was obviously one interest that we shared in common!
TO BE CONTINUED ..???
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