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That Fateful Day
By Rick Grahame
Chapter 7
Everyone was stripping off. Carl was next to Jordan as planned, and as I finished stripping then brought my stuff over from my backpack, he got him to lie down on our double sleeping bag. As Carl began to work on his upper half I began to work on his just too gorgeous cock. As it grew in my mouth and achieved rock hard status I pulled off. Gripping his shaft with one hand I pulled his foreskin to its utmost extent. It was very long, and keeping hold of it I reached down for my first bit of kit. I gripped the bottle top in my teeth and twisted it off whilst keeping the forskin pulled up taught. I brought the bottle to the opening and began to squirt butterscoth flavour ice cream sauce down inside it. It took a good long squeeze to fill it to overflowing. Putting the bottle down next to the Strawberry flavour and Chocolate flavour, I then sank down and began to make a meal of my first 'flavoured cock'. God! I was buzzing. It was sooooooo HOT. The texture and shape of his tip through the spongy thickness of his foreskin, the thought of what he must be feeling, and not least the taste of the butterscotch sauce had me on the very verge, and my hair trigger almost pulled to firing point. I continued to concentrate on the absolutely erotic feeling and shape of this gorgeous boys cock, and was totally oblivious to the fact that I had the total goggle eyed attention of ever other rock hard boy in the tent. I had been on my knees, bent over him for maybe five minutes when I felt slippery fingers probing my rosebud. I was really into it, and getting my rocks off just with the sensations of Jordans cock in my mouth and the expectation of his butterscotch flavoured love juice. I went into sensory overload as I felt Joes cock begin to probe and slowly enter my bum. I saw it was him cos the surprise of it had me slipping Jordan from my mouth and glancing back to see who it was. As I saw him I also saw and felt Carl on his back with his head now under me, nudging my knees apart. Having grasped my cock I next felt his sweet lips clamped onto my bell-end, then his hand move to my balls. I was quickly back on Jordans cock bobbing up and down like a man possessed. Joe was now humping me and the thrill of his cock grazing my prostate had me filling Carls mouth with my cum within an easy ten thrusts. As I finished cumming, Jordan fired off and I had the most erotic cum filling my mouth that I'm sure I will ever expierience in my life. This time it was truly sweet and almost delicious. I continued to suck on his now rapidly softening cock and as it drew back on itself my mouth began be filled with just his very ample foreskin. Joe was ploughing me madly with Carl hanging on to my own softening cock and gently sucking the last dregs of my cum. Joe at this point let out a loud Aaaaaaaaarh! and I felt his cock spasm and begin to squirt his hot juice inside me. Pete and Keith were wanking themselves off whilst all this went on and just as Joes aaaaaaarh died in his throat I felt the hot splashes of both of them shooting off all over my back. This was truly Nirvana.
We were all laid down and haphazardly strewn accross each other very much like a litter of puppies. Some one had hold of my cock just as I had hold of someone elses. I know thats how I fell asleep and also how I awoke next morning. I gently raised my head to look around and realised that I was first awake again. It was cool to be able to see three throbbing morning woodys, and as I thought about grabbing one, or maybe two, I knew I just had to get up to go and pee. I was bursting and wanted to go to the toilet as well very badly. That had to be Joes doing and as I got up I began to worry if I'd be able to hold it till I got there. I managed. I had grabbed my toilet gear and whilst I was there I got a nice hot shower as well. Going back to the tent I quietly set about starting the stove to boil some water to make coffee and tea. Once it was all done and I had seven steaming mugs I went back inside and woke everyone up. They moaned and groaned but took my offering quite eagerly. I left them and went to the camp shop to get eggs and bacon and bread. We had several cans of beans that the other boys had brought and I soon had everyones breakfast ready just as they came back from the toilet block. Bacon, eggs and beans with fresh crusty bread and Danish butter taste wonderful when eaten outside, and I heartily reccomend it. As soon we finished eating, James was up and off to get ready for church. He would be back around eleven thirty he said as he dashed off. He had had to promise not to be late in order to get his dads permission to sleep out. It occurred to me that if I hadn't woken up when I did, he would have been late, with his dad coming across to get him, and discovering us all stark naked, with a few of us holding onto each others dicks as we slept on. Not a nice thought.
We whiled away the two and a half hours waiting for James by opening up both ends of the tent and bringing out all the sleeping bags to lay out in the warm morning sunshine to air them off. The tent smelt of what I presumed a male brothel would smell of. An overiding sperm odour and sweaty boy feet. Everything soon aired off as we finished off tidying the camp site up. We had been invited to go to a local pub with James's dad for lunch. Joe and Pete however, wouldn't be able to come with us, because as with most British families, Sunday lunch was pretty much an ingrained tradition where for once in the week most, including their families, tried to be together at this time. It's the high lunch of the week too and generally consists of boiled and roasted potatoes, and very often roasted parsnips too. A variety of fresh vegetables, wonderful Yorkshire pudding, a rich and very tasty meat stock based gravy, and not forgetting a roast joint of meat. This is usually beef but can also be roast lamb or pork. My favourite sweet course afterwards is, jam or syrup roly-poly with cream. This is vegetarian suet pastry that is rolled out into a long wide strip. Jam or golden sugar syrup is spread quite thickly over one side and then it's rolled up and really well wrapped in grease proof paper then steamed in a steamer for maybe two hours. The suet in the pastry causes it to rise and become almost cake like in texture with the jam/syrup running everywhere. Its then sliced and served after its cooled down some, and either custard, which I hate, or cream is poured over. All I can say is this, its just too fucking yummy for words, lol. The French who are the worlds masters with food, openly admit that they can't hold a light to British puddings. We win hands down. I just realised btw, that this story is also a British cook book hehe.
I won't bore you with further details of our pub lunch. It's enough to say that it was really good and I enjoyed it, but not anywhere near as much as I enjoyed my mums. Plus, they didn't have roly-poly, just bought in, and thawed out apple pie and custard/cream. Double fucking yuk! We finished at around one thirty and made our way back to camp where James's dad left us all to it telling us not to get into any mischief. We all five smiled at each other and as soon as he was out of sight off went into the tent and stripped off.
I had heard of daisy chains and always thought they were flowers strung together by girlies. It was Jordan who explained the finer details to us, and within twenty minutes we were all a little pissed that Joe and Pete were not here. Thinking back, I was glad that Jordan was at the front because as it turned out he was unable to plant his wickedly big cock into anybody. His idea too, and all he got was my hand wrapped around it giving him a wank. So back to the daisy chain. I had my dick up Jordan, Carl was up me, James was up Carl, and Keith was up James. As we tried to form a circle we soon realised there wasn't enough of us cos as Jordan tried to stuff his up Keith one or more of us kept slipping out of the one in front. If Joe and Pete had been here, there would have been enough of us to form a circle with everyones cock having a hole to stuff. In the event though, it was again just toooooooo HOT, and none of us, except Jordan, could gain any control over ourselves with the one behind constantly humping and causing all of us to just fuck like bunnies and fire off far too soon. The last ones to fire were Keith followed by Jordan who creamed the side of the tent. He went off like a water cannon causing my deflating cock to slip out of him as he sagged at the knees. I had my arm wrapped round his waist and held on tight as I slowly pumped his cock till it was quite soft. As I was doing this, my sweet Carl was all over my neck kissing and nibbling all my sensitive spots. All of a sudden I had this really strong and deep feeling, and came to a rather scary yet satisfying conclusion. I also have to admit to feeling extremely jealous that it hadn't been me who fucked him, and determined that I would seriously re-think sharing him and myself with anyone else in the future. I would talk this over with him during the coming week and make sure it wasn't just me who was falling madly and passionately in love.
The rest of the afternoon was spent taking down the tent , rolling up the sleeping bags and boxing all the other bits and pieces of kit in readiness for Carls dad arriving. Once this was completed, we kicked a ball around for the next couple of hours. Neither Joe nor Pete showed up again but they had warned us that it may prove difficult for them to get out again. Because Carl and I still had fish at home from our previous weeks fishing we offered Jordan and Keith what was left of this weekends catch. It would be frozen solid by now courtesy of James's mum. James had declined any at all because as he said, he very often fished through the week after he'd done his homework, and their home freezer was full of the stuff. As I looked at James I realised that both Carl and I liked him very much, and as Carl turned to me and said, "I won't be a minute", I followed him as he went to the toilet block to pee. I asked him if he fancied inviting James over to Harlesdon next weekend instead of coming back here. His reaction confused me. It wasn't quite what he said but more the dissapointed way he looked at me as he replied, "ok, if you want to, but I was going to suggest we stayed home anyway next week and maybe just have it to ourselves". I hugged him to me hard, and not caring who may or may not walk in, I kissed him very passionately, grinding myself into him, and saying between kisses, that that was what had been on my mind for a lot of the weekend too.
As it happened, we were left alone, and as I pulled away from the kiss I saw tears running down his face. Asking what was wrong, and with tears forming in my own eyes, he sobbed, "I don't know, it's just that I love you so much and I don't want to share ourselves anymore". The tears ran in torrents down my face now, and as we clutched onto each other, I told him I really felt that way too. I kissed him again then told him over and over that I loved him. We agreed that we wouldn't invite James for next weekend but would have some time alone confirming our love for each other. We also agreed that it wouldn't even matter if we didn't get the chance to have sex, but that just being together seemed to be the important thing at the moment. Later that night as I laid in bed at home going over the things we had said to each other, I resolved to make sure |I spoke to Keith the next day. I wouldn't actually say why, but in one way or another I would definitely thank him for 'That Fateful Day' he had groped me in the classroom.
All this took place five years ago. We are both now twenty years old and attending Cambridge University. We both came out to our parents on my seventeenth birthday and we were totally amazed when they said that they already suspected as much and drew Carl and I into a big group hug. As we parted, dad pulled me back to him and slipping a box into my pocket told me to go over to Carls garage. We raced over and lifting the door, we stood slack jawed looking at a new silver Rover 25. It had 'L' plates already attached and the neccessary 'tax disc' in the window. We slowly went in, where, unlocking it and getting in we found two large white envelopes addressed to each of us. We opened them and discovered a gift voucher in each that entitled us to a weeks tuition at a national driving school and also guaranteed we would pass. We both had our learner drivers licenses in readiness so we were all set. Carl shook his envelope realising there was something else in it. Another box fell out which he quickly opened. Inside was a set of keys similar to the ones in my box and a note. He opened it and we both read it. It said; Go and look in Ricks garage. With tears running down our faces we raced back to my house where both sets of parents were stood on the front lawn with big cheesy grins on their faces. I opened the garage for him and with both of us now openly sobbing we saw a bright red, new, Rover 25.
The End
I hope you enjoyed this story. I know Carl and I have enjoyed remembering it. Our hope is that we will both retire together in about forty years time and have good times and lots of love whilst getting there.
For those of you who e-mailed me I would like to thank you for your encouragement and dare I say it, 'praise'..Again, thanks.....Huggies from England, Rick