Here is part 2
DISCLAIMER:
This is the third story that I have written and is based very loosely on my sexual adventures over the years. The first story 'Old School Ties' gave a fictionalised account of some aspects of my life during my school years and after. This one tells the story of something that happened during my time at University. If you like the stories let me know as I have quite a few more that I could tell.
WARNING:
Do not read this story if you are in any way offended by acts of a homosexual nature.
Do not read this if you are under the legal age for accessing adult sites.
Always indulge in safe sex.
SOCCER SENSATION 2
Part Two: Peter's story
I could hardly wait for Wednesday to arrive and my attention span in lectures was less than usual. My prick seemed to have a mind of its own, getting hard and demanding attention quite often. However, keen to retain a good supply for young Peter I refrained from giving it the relief it craved.
When Peter arrived, on time like the previous Monday. We wasted little time in getting down to business. I told him as I ran my fingers over the bulge in his tracksuit and squeezed his stiffening rod gently between my fingers that I was going to suck him off first tonight and as I was doing that he could tell me about his past adventures, as promised.
I slowly pulled down Peter's tracksuit, which revealed as last time a rampant uncut cock. The skin on his cock was quite dark and the shaft was surrounded at the base by black pubic hairs that smelt delicious. The head beneath the foreskin was a purple colour, much darker than mine, which was much more pink. To start with I ran my hand slowly and sensuously up the silky skin of his stiff cock shaft. It felt so good and when I reached the head, I slid the silky foreskin over the ridge and then equally gently pulled it back down again. Peter sighed with pleasure as I worked my hand up and down his dick, redistributing more and more of his pre-cum over the head and down the shaft.
"If you keep that up, Steve, I'll cum straight away", Peter said breathlessly.
I knew what I was doing and I lowered my mouth onto the horny young teen's cock and began to suck him with long sensuous sweeps up and down his shaft, licking and tonguing his sensitive areas. I wanted him to cum quickly and then I would have a longer - much longer - time the second time around. So I kept going and Peter began to gasp as he lost control of his overactive balls. Even if he had wanted to Peter could not stop the inevitable rush that had begun. His balls drew up inside his sack, his cock head hardened and jet after jet of creamy young hot tasty cum shot into my mouth and on down into my stomach. Peter thrashed about trying to push the whole of his cock down my throat and groaned and moaned as his orgasm overwhelmed him. I swallowed every drop and started to lick him clean but his cock was becoming very sensitive and he had to withdraw it from my mouth. Peter grinned at me and said,
"My turn, Steve. I'm going to give that prick of your's another good sucking."
However as he grabbed for my football shorts and pulled them down sharply and pulled away from him and told him that I would not let him suck me - not yet.
"You can have it all later, Peter, but first I want to hear how you became so accomplished at cock sucking and whilst you're telling me I'll suck you off again. Then I'll shoot my hot jizz right down your throat, but not 'til then. Deal?" I murmured at him in a friendly way.
"Deal" was Peter's response, although I could sense some disappointment in his tone.
In recompense I lay back and watched as he sat nursing my prick gently and wiping some drops of pre-cum off the piss-slit. This clear liquid he carefully gathered onto his fingers and then licking the my juice into his mouth.
Then Peter began his tale.
Peter's father had always been a pub landlord and they had moved around a bit before settling in the part of London where they currently were. Peter's education had been OK but he had often moved schools until he got to 11 when he went to secondary school. As an only child Peter had made friends but had lost touch with all but a few when he moved. When he went to the local school at 11 his father promised him that he would stay until he finished his schooling at 16 and that he could join the local scout troop. What Peter's father did not know was that he had already recently had a sexual experience with an older boy. During the summer holidays and just before he started at his new senior school, Peter had met the boy out walking in some nearby woods. As they approached a quiet spot, the older boy had said that he needed to pee and asked Peter to keep watch for anyone coming. The size and shape of the other boy's prick, which lacked skin over the end, had fascinated Peter and he had stared at it. The boy had asked Peter if he liked what he saw and when Peter had nodded had said that he could touch it if he liked. Peter nervously touched the boy's prick and as he did so noticed that his own cock had gone hard. The older boy who had spotted the bulge quickly unzipped Peter's short pants and pulled out his small but stiff cock. The boy had rubbed it quite hard and after several minutes, Peter had experienced a new and amazing sensation - his first dry orgasm. As he recovered from the 'high' the older boy had suggested that Peter might like to do the same for him and taught how to wank someone off. Soon the older lad was ready to shoot and with only the briefest of warnings to his young friend proceeded to spray hot cum all over the place. Peter was fascinated and he was hooked. After they had tidied up and each had left for their homes Peter could not get the image of the events out of his head. He was determined to repeat the experience if not with the mystery boy, then with someone else - and the sooner the better!
Peter had started school and scouts almost on the same day and was glad to find that a few of the boys from school were also in the scouts. He wasn't all that bothered about the badges but the idea of camping appealed. Perhaps this would give him an opportunity to try out his newfound interests with other boys. As luck would have it the scout troop was planning a short weekend camp a couple of weeks from the date of Peter joining. The camp was to take place in the Ashdown Forest in Kent and so on the Friday evening Peter and about 14 other boys headed down in a van to the campsite. Before they pitched their tents, the boys had been placed into groups and Peter was pleased to note that he was with three boys from his school - David, Andrew and Roger. The four boys erected their tent and headed back for their supper. They played some games and then were sent to bed early as it had been a long day and there was to be plenty of activity in the morning. Peter and his friends retired to the tent and prepared for bed. Andrew the oldest of the four whispered that they would have to be quiet but if anyone wanted to wank off he was game. With that he proceeded to unzip his trousers and pull them off along with his pants revealing a nice short stubby uncut cock to his companions. Peter watched as the other two boys followed suit and they too revealed different sized uncut cocks. This left Peter the only one fully clothed. Andrew put a reassuring arm around him and gently undid Peter's trousers and soon he too was as naked as the rest. Once this feat as achieved Andrew began to slowly rub his cock shaft and pull the loose foreskin backwards and forwards over the head. He proudly announced that since last they had been camping together he had had his first wet cum and hoped to have another one shortly. Peter, David and Roger gathered round to watch this great event as none of them could yet produce spunk. After a lot of effort Andrew's cock spat out a small amount of rather milky cum but the boys all admired his effort. The three other boys remained unable to produce cum but worked hard on their cocks to produce the warm glow of dry orgasm.
A second frustration for Peter was that there seemed to be no interest in mutual pleasure among his tent mates. Andrew had made that very clear when Roger had suggested that they might wank each other off. Also Peter was concerned that all four of the boys had skin on the end of their dicks and he wondered if the boy he had met earlier in the summer was a freak of nature. Peter thought that what he and his friends did together in the tent was good fun but he yearned to see another spouting prick like the one he had seen earlier in the summer. He also yearned to shoot cum himself - a feat that he achieved a few weeks later. Indeed, the New Year had brought several changes in fortune for Peter. Shortly after his first wet cum he had stayed late at the scout hut to help with some task or other. The work was being supervised by Paul Dixon a handsome nearly fifteen year old. Paul was a boy that Peter liked enormously and volunteered to help with the dirty job after which Paul had suggested that they have a quick shower before they went home. The two boys quickly stripped off and as they stepped into the shower Peter noticed that Paul's prick was very large and that it had no skin at the end. Paul saw the younger boy looking at his prick and asked Peter whether he had ever seen a circumcised prick before and pointed at his exposed head. Peter had replied that he had seen one once before but did not know anything about circumcision. Paul explained that his parents had decided to have him cut at birth but that his prick still worked very well and in order to prove his point he started to wank slowly. Peter's cock sprang stiff as he watched and the older boy reached over and touched the much smaller erection. Peter responded by grasping the older boy's shaft and rubbing it hard and vigorously. The effect was electric as Paul began to breathe faster and Peter also began to feel the start of his orgasm. Paul's prick exploded all over the younger boy's hand and chest and almost simultaneously Peter's cock was firing its rather weaker jet of cum onto his older friend's fist. Both boys agreed that they had enjoyed found the experience deeply satisfying and as the weeks went on Peter and Paul spent more time together. During this period the older scout taught the younger boy how to suck and be sucked, skills that were not entirely in accord with the Boy Scout's manual!
Another change had also come over Peter's life. The lessons he was learning from Paul, he was putting to good use at school. By chance Peter had met a fellow classmate who shared his specific interests. They had found each other alone in the school toilets and it was clear that neither of them was there for a piss! Once they had established their mutual interests and needs a short but very satisfactory wank session had taken place and arrangements made for a repeat performance very soon thereafter.
So it was that what Peter learned at Scouts he was more than happy to pass on to his friend Gavin. Gavin, like Paul, was cut but equally fascinated by Peter's flap of skin at the head of his cock. This may have been because unlike Paul, Gavin had not been circumcised until he was 9; the result of not being able to pee properly and this problem had caused an infection in his foreskin. Peter was shocked to learn that his friend had had his dick cut at such an age and Gavin had told him that it did not hurt but that he often wondered what it would be like to have remained uncut. The two boys had become regular sex partners and remained so even though both boys liked to widen their experience. This was why Peter had determined to try to have sex with me and how well he had succeeded!
After he had left I wondered how many other 'experiments' Peter had engaged in with other boys and young men. I also wondered about his friend Gavin. I assumed that they had their meetings at school as the pub was not a safe place for such activity and Peter never seemed to come home late from school except when he was at football training, which I knew he took seriously.
With these thoughts I retired to bed but my prick needed some more attention and thinking about Peter's mouth working on my prick I finished myself off, shooting a smaller but still reasonable load into my hand. After I had licked my hand clean, wishing it was Peter's cum I was eating rather than my own. I drifted off into a well-served sleep, dreaming of my next meeting with Peter, which would take place hopefully on Friday.
to be continued.....
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