Ogedei's Boy -- Chapter Eight -- Ant-Boy@hotmail.co.uk
The half-hour it took for the bus to leave town and drive out to the village I was now to discover Andrew lived in was an ongoing agony of expectation. Every so often Paul would brush his hand against my bare leg, a couple of times across my straining crotch and I finally got up the nerve to repay the compliment as well as I could through his track bottoms, brushing my hand along the side of his leg where it lay close to mine. I started to smell the heat rising from his body, not sweaty, just warm with a light musk that was somehow familiar. I dare not do more apart from sliding my body along the seat closer to his but when he placed his hand as if to slide under my buttocks I lifted slightly to allow access then lowered my body back down to feel his fingers flex against them. Have you ever?' he asked in a low voice as he flexed his fingers again. He didn't look at me and anyone would have thought we were just discussing the weather or some other normal schoolboy topic. Not yet,' somehow I knew to what he was referring. He made to pull his hand away but I pressed down against it again. I want it to happen.' Are you sure?' Yes.' What else was there to say? By the time we stood up to get off the bus I was ready to explode, these were not suitable clothes to wear in public if I were to continue to get erections as hard and strong as the one attempting to escape from my shorts. I held my rucksack in front of my groin to hide what had now become an obvious excitement. As I stood beside the road waiting to see in which direction we would turn I was actually bouncing up and down on the balls of my feet with the need to do something, to do anything, just as long as the something gave me relief. It was actually quite warm; we were in the midst of an Indian summer and as Paul turned left, out of the village and started down a slightly muddy track I took the opportunity to remove my track top and hang it over the straps of my bag. And your shirt,' was Pauls comment when he saw my action. Then, when I was slow to comply he added, Only Andrew lives down this lane and he's on his own for the weekend.' So I removed my shirt and hung that also over my bag, then handed the bag over to him when he gestured for it. There was something so exhilarating about the feeling of warm sun and light breeze against my near naked body, it was more than sexual, and something I couldn't explain. I'd always got a buzz from the feel of nature brushing against me, especially on cross country running or athletics when I often removed my top and screwed it up in my hands, something I only then acknowledged almost nobody else did. No wonder I'd been called eccentric more than once. But today was a whole different experience to that. In addition I had the knowledge Paul was looking at my body with sex of some type on his mind as no doubt was Andrew while he waited for us. It had me wanting to rip all my clothes off, and Pauls, as we entered the drive to fair sized three story house with a double garage. That was all I had time to see before Paul slapped me lightly across the shoulders. You're getting too hyper,' he said. Run down the lane to the road and back, then come straight round the back. We'll be by the pool, and don't dare shoot off on the way.' The habit of obeying a senior cut in automatically and I was halfway back down the track before I started to curse him. Then I had the experience of a bemused audience of villagers waiting at the bus stop who were obviously unused to the sight of a half naked mud splashed boy appearing before them who just waved before turning round and running back from whence he'd come. That off the cuff wave was, in retrospect, the first time I showed sign of the exhibitionist I had become when I first met Ogedei. By the time I slowed down and jogged round to the back of Andrew's house I realised Paul had been right as my erection had diminished to a semi erect throbbing whilst my cerebral excitement though it seemed had increased twofold felt more manageable. Andrew was standing by a gate built into a high brick wall I was to discover ran all round the rear garden making that, and the fair sized swimming pool, quite secluded and private. He was wearing a short sleeved khaki shirt and matching shorts accompanied by a large grin. You up for some fun then?' Hopefully,' I sheepishly replied looking down to my feet. I'll need a shower first though.' That lane had been muddy. Not only were my shoes and legs liberally spattered I had felt my back getting equally adorned on the return journey. Also a toilet,' I added as the sound of running water came to my ears and my bladder decided it would soon be time to emulate the sound. No problem,' was his response but he led me over to a wooden table backed up against the wall a few feet from the swimming pool. Paul will be out in a moment, have a drink while we wait. Do you like beer?' He handed me a large opened bottle. I looked at him from the corner of my eyes while taking my first slug to see him remove his shirt. Actually he had quite a good body. His hair was actually fairer than my own and his body only showing a sprinkling of golden fuzz at the chest with a glimpse of darker just peeping above his waistband. He seemed equally as well built and muscled as Paul which made sense as they were both played rugger and ran for the house, as in fact I did. Even his groin showed a substantial bulge in his khaki shorts which he then unbuttoned and allowed to slide down his lightly haired legs leaving his body as exposed as mine the only difference being his shorts were black, thinner, shorter and tighter being the nylon running version cut almost up to the waist. He caught me looking and grinned again telling me to drink up' just as Paul came running from the house on the opposite side of the pool and dived straight in to power his was across and half pull, half fling himself out before us. I gasped, he was beautiful! All he wore was a white bulging jockstrap standing out almost glaringly against his dark skin and somehow the sight made him seem even more virile, more animal, more what I wanted so desperately. Seeing them together like this I took note there was little real difference in their builds but Paul somehow seemed larger, almost larger than life. There was an air of mystique about him that held no fear for me, just a wish, a need, to explore it further. His dark body gleamed in the sunshine dripping with power as much as it dripped with water. The high walls protected us from the light breeze I'd felt earlier and I was strangely comfortable both in my body and in whatever might be about to unfold. Apart from my pressured bladder that was, I'd even gone and drunk the bottle of beer without noticing, too busy looking at the bodies on display before me. Hope you didn't intend to start without me,' Paul started the conversation. No,' I stepped forward, I wanted to touch him, But if I don't find a toilet soon these shorts will be soaked in more than you've bargained for.' As I moved Andrew fell in behind me and his hands griped my waist, then slid up to my chest and fingered my nipples. I never knew they were so sensitive and half fell back against him in shock and delight at the feeling. Paul moved closer, looking directly into my eyes. Do you like that then?' I nodded. And this?' he reached down and griped my balls quite tightly causing my body to twist and pull against Andrews fingers pinching at my nipples. I nodded again, doing my best just to stare straight back into his dark eyes. I seemed anyway quite unable to speak. These are the rules then,' Paul continued. You will do everything we tell you for the next couple of hours. If there is something you don't want to do just say so and we'll stop but there won't be a second chance so be sure first.' All this time he'd been running his hands up and down my body from crotch to head while Andrew had been half holding me and half pinching at my nipples. Even though every touch was like fire on my skin the pressure on my bladder was changing from uncomfortable to painful and I told him, I really need to have a piss, like right now.' The result was to be handed another bottle of beer. Drink this then,' and when I held back a stronger grip on my balls, Remember. You have to do what we tell you.' But I'll have to wet myself if you don't let me go.' Then Andrew will have to punish you won't he,' was Paul's quick rejoinder from a grinning face and the feeling of Andrews fingers pinching harder at my nipples. My answer was to quickly swallow down about half the bottle, as much as I could in one go, then, before I lost my nerve, to slowly stretch my own hands out and finally touch Pauls body with my fingers. Aaahhhh! At that first contact I unconsciously jerked my hands back before they got burnt, his body, though still dripping with water felt as if on fire. Oh was that me? The charge that shot through my body was like nothing I'd felt before. This was somehow different to those initial fumblings I'd experienced so short a time ago during my holidays. Almost as quickly I replaced my fingers over his nipples then slowly opened my hands to cover his pecs, to slide my hands round to his back and dared to pull his body closer to mine where I found my lips somehow connected to the skin around his nipple, first one and then with a slight movement, the other. I was almost unaware of his hands on my head guiding me or Andrews' hands roaming over my body, griping and pinching and supporting. My hands slid down Paul's back to the bare orbs of his firm arse cheeks of their own violation and I squeezed, just wanting his body closer to mine, consuming mine. Hold on a minute,' he pulled back slightly, I'm not into that.' Somehow I knew just what he meant without need for explanation. Good.' What do you want then?' Andrew's voice sounded in my left ear, what can we do with you?' I was too busy to answer. My mouth had somehow found its way back to Paul's chest where either my teeth were nibbling at his nipple or my tongue was licking the rapidly evaporating water from his body. That was when I felt one of the hands from behind that had previously been examining and exploring my body, sliding under the waistband of my shorts and sticky jockstrap to allow my cock and balls a little freedom, while the other was pressing upwards between my legs. I'd half forgotten the pressure on my bladder which as a result of those ministrations now became an overflowing one as I was quite unable to stop the stream that jetted forth rapidly soaking my shorts and jock, also the hands that had caused the flow to start and was now streaming down my legs. I tried to twist my body away but Andrews hand closed tightly round the end of my cock, pinching it painfully closed while the other removed from between my legs clasped tightly round my waist. Paul, meanwhile, pressed his groin tightly against mine, his jock rapidly soaking up some of the excess flowing from the front of my shorts even as I finally managed to squeeze my buttocks tightly and slowly cut the flow. Where do you think you're going then?' he asked. Even if my bowed head had not been trapped between their near naked bodies I could think of little to say in my defence except a mumbled, Sorry.' Paul pulled away slightly still holding my head, and then raised it to look me straight in the face. Sorry won't cut it will it? You'll have to be punished for that.' Then a smile spread from one side to the other and his teeth shone with a startling whiteness against his dark skin as he continued, Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it anyway.' Andrew had now released his grip and after pushing me slightly forward was in fact using his hands to run up my legs, over my still dripping shorts, then continuing over my chest and shoulders transferring the resulting collection to the rest of my body. And you are still enjoying it aren't you?' He didn't wait for an answer but used one hand himself to grip my cock and balls through the front of my shorts then raised it to my face, Clean it.' I will admit to some little experience of what I was later discovered was called watersports, on my own prior to this occasion, but never with others or to such an extent. I loved the discomfort of a full bladder, allowing some release soaking my privates in the process, then cutting the flow to feel the pressure painfully impose itself once again, but this was altogether another ballgame. The knowledge I was not the only person to enjoy such gross pleasures had no time to even flit across my mind right then as Paul's hand was waiting a mere fraction in front of my face and without any hesitation I'd reached up and grabbed it toward my open lips and ready, willing tongue. I've no idea how to describe that first taste, that mixture of maleness and slightly acrid waste water, just the fact something clicked and sooner than I would have ever expected to raise the nerve I was busy sucking on his fingers, first one hand and then the other as he refreshed them by squeezing the hem of my cotton shorts. For the rest of my life I never did get off on strong acid piss, but having my body abused by the weaker version that came after an evening's drinking or being forced to wet myself always did something inside my head as it did that sunny afternoon that could be said to help lower any other inhibitions I might have. I'd hardly noticed that we, as a group, had moved slightly along the wall, also turned round and it was Paul who now had his back against a wood slatted table that rested against the wall. Andrew wants to smack your bare arse,' he told me' Are you up for that?' Whatever you want' I half gasped, as long as you hold me please.' His fingers and hands were clean now and I wanted to attack the rest of his body. I was almost shivering, half in trepidation and half in anticipation of what might be happening but there was no way I had any intention of backing out if I could avoid it. There seemed almost no need for talk or explanation, Paul sat back on the table, I laid my head between his thighs and as I stretched my hands behind his back he raised his legs to lower them over my shoulder and with his hands held either side of my head. Right before my eyes between the solid naked black thighs of my wanking fantasy wearing just an white sweat and piss stained jockstrap, the fresh strong smell of hot musk as his body had been warming up and old piss drips, his own and the addition from my own earlier gusher, were so much better than the stale version I'd got used to from his old jock.. Behind me, his hands' rubbing in circles over my pert backside clad in still wet cotton shorts and up and down my legs was Andrew, his second. I knew my backside was pert, he'd told me so a few moments ago, just as his hands managed to find their way under the front edge of my running shorts to feel the cum soaked jock I wore underneath and squeeze my cock again. Are you sure this is what you want?' Paul asked, We can stop right now if this is too much.' No, don't stop, I want it all, what you promised me. Go on.' I almost moaned in my reply. That was no way to speak to the senior house prefect, even if he had invited me to stay for the weekend, even if I was wearing an old jock strap of his, too small for either of us and still damp from an earlier wank, but I just wanted them to stop teasing me and get on with what I'd was hoping for while I was still prepared for it. The hands massaging my arse cheeks moved to the waistband of my shorts and slowly pulled and slid them down over my cheeks, down my legs and free from my bare feet as I lifted each one. His fingers traced gently over my exposed arse making my body quiver in anticipation. This was what I dreamed about, in fact more than I'd ever dared dream. My backside had been exposed to most of the school at one time or another, in the changing room, in the showers, in the dormitory, but never in an erotic scene like this. My cock was trying desperately to grow and harden but trapped inside a jock far too small to contain it could only quiver and jerk, as did my legs causing me to wonder for a moment if I'd collapse before they really got started. Paul moved his hands to hold my head gently between them, You still OK Tony?' The fingers tracing patterns on my arse cheeks turned into hands, gripping and flexing, squeezing my cheeks together and then pulling them apart, exposing my hole to the air. That virgin, well almost virgin, rosebud nobody apart from myself had ever looked at so closely. I'd only seen it myself lying on my back with my legs in the air and with help from a mirror and a torch; Andrew could see it clearly in full sunlight and as his hands moved over my cheeks, pulling them apart, his fingers brushed over its edges. Was he going to do me? I'd only ever stuck a finger stuck up there, once a couple of inches on from the end of a broom handle. Was I ready for the real thing? Yes! I unconsciously wriggled my backside raising a gasp from Andrew and the comment, Here it comes then.' I'd been ready for ages, well at least since I'd discovered what the staff in Africa could teach me last summer and returned to school with a new outlook in life then found myself infatuated with Paul, wanting to touch him, to smell him and see if his body gave off the same sweet musk as my Uncles house boys. I heard Andrew hawk, then spit, on my left cheek, then again for my right one. His hand stroked lightly across them, then, Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat! I yelped as his hand fell with some force across one cheek, then the other, and then repeated the operation. The force of his slaps forced my head to slide further forward between Paul's thighs, with some assistance from myself admittedly, my open mouth now hard against his jock strap, I could feel the outline of his cock between my teeth, my nose was saturated with his scent, fresh sweet sweat, a little piss, but mainly that musk I was starting to learn all men emitted to one degree or another. All of them slightly different, but all containing that basic musky hormone that had the ability to drive me to extremes. I don't know when I started to suck against the outline of that cock but there I was burrowing my face into his crotch, in as far as possible to smell and taste the previously forbidden fruit. This was right, what I was meant to do. I just knew that all the warnings against it, the Biology lessons telling us the right way was for man and women, anything I'd been told or read condemning such actions would never have any effect on me again. Andrew was slapping my arse again and again, first one cheek and then the other cause my tightly packed package to bounce against the table edge each time but I had no intention of shooting too soon and foreshortening what was starting to appear like my dreams fulfilment. His slaps stung, to be true not as intensely as his previous effort with a trainer but here were more of them and apart from occasional pauses to rub his hand over what I could feel were my heated arse cheeks, he showed no sign of slowing down. He was actually starting to hurt me and that triggered my next move. Why should I restrict myself to sucking through a covering of cotton when all I had to do was remove it? So I did just that. Back then I didn't have to ask permission to do so and I merely raised my head slightly and bringing my hands back where I could see them, carefully, slowly, freed Paul's throbbing hot cock and balls from their prison allowing the elastic to slide back under his pouch and causing the whole package to thrust forward. It was beautiful. I couldn't take my eyes away from it, I had to worship it, had to be consumed by it. Right away I knew exactly what I needed from it but whether that would be possible was another matter. It seemed huge, at least from my present position, almost out of proportion to his body. His ball sac which I still held in one hand felt as if it weighed a ton and his fully erect cock waving, jerking around above it was far too big to fit in my mouth where I wanted it, let alone anywhere else. Even so, I just had to try. As I moved my head back closer I could see the veins running along the underside throb and pulsate as they forced blood to the very tip of this wonder. He was cut like me but there all similarities ended. The tight skin enclosing this marvel was actually slightly darker than the rest of his body but the head, now fully exposed as it emerged for his foreskin was a shocking pink against the darkness with a drip of precum showing along the split. I just had to, my tongue flicked out to taste and I was lost. What would you have done? I wouldn't have changed anything that happened later. Opening my mouth so far I thought I'd split it I managed to slide the tip, then a couple of inches of hot male strength inside my mouth and started by lapping at it with my tongue, then carefully closing my lips. It just felt so right, I knew I had to get more of it in me, all of it, down to the short fuzzy hair I could see at his groin. It didn't seem quite such a strain now I'd allowed my mouth to close but each time I lubed it up with my saliva and tried to slide deeper I found myself gagging when it reached the back of my mouth. What was i doing wrong? It must be me, I'd seen the boys in Africa go right down, they'd done so with me and actually he wasn't that much larger, maybe a bit broader and I so wanted to please him. Meanwhile Andrew had changed from slapping my arse to probing at the entrance to my hole with his fingers. Paul pulled my head up from his cock, Why not catch your breath and let Andrew have a bit of fun for a while.' He must have read the look on my face, Don't worry; I've in no way finished with you yet and neither has he.'