What Might Have Been

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Jeff at jeffyrks'hotmail.com

WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN. 4

My thoughts during the next week were taken up with two things, I suppose you should say three things, because school work should have been among them. Exams, A Levels, were approaching fast, and I was working hard. Naturally, I was looking forward to my time with Frank on Saturday afternoon. Yes, I had enjoyed his wonderful cock inside me, once the initial pain was over. I wanted that again. But this coming Saturday, it was going to be my turn, for the first time, to be on that particular giving end. I found myself often thinking about what it would feel like to push my cock into his bum. Would it go in easily, or was it difficult. I would soon know. But something else had happened in the course of that week.

My parents received an invitation to go to a family wedding up in Newcastle. It was of one of my father's nieces, and he was also her godfather. The parents were eager to go, but there was one problem, me. They would have to travel up on the Friday, and I had the last of my exams that Friday afternoon. It would be impossible for me to get away from school at 5.00, get changed and up to Kings Cross in time to catch a train that arrived in Newcastle at a respectable time. Several discussions were held. It was quickly agreed that I could not go, and that my parents, my sister and my brother would travel up on the Friday afternoon. There were suggestions about me staying with my grandparents, or an aunt. But I held out that I could look after myself. Eventually my parents conceded that at nearly eighteen I was old enough to look after myself for one weekend. One of the penalties of being the oldest in a family is that you are allowed to do a number of things for the first time at a later age than they allow your siblings. My brother in particular was allowed to stay out late at a far younger age than I ever was. I was insisting that I could look after myself as I saw the possibility of Frank and I having a night together in my bed!

It was with both these thoughts in my mind that I cycled round to Frank's that following Saturday afternoon. I left my cycle round the back, and opened the back door and called out. Frank came into the kitchen immediately. We gave each other the customary hug, and grope of `buttocks and balls' as Frank alliterationally used to put it.

"Drink?"

"Yes please. I've got some news. My parents are going to be away on the first weekend in June. They, plus brother and sister, are all going up to Newcastle for a family wedding. I can't go because I've got my last exam that Friday afternoon. They're going to let me stay at home on my own. Any chance of you coming and spending the night?" I think it all rushed out of me in my excitement.

Frank smiled. He put down the glass of tizer that he was about to hand to me, and put his arms around me. "I think that can be managed. I am getting hard at the thought." He pushed his crotch into me, and I could feel his hardening cock. Mine was in the same state. "A night together! There is something wonderful, something extra, about going to sleep together, and waking up close and ready to resume love making. Oh yes; I look forward to that."

He took my hand in his and led me towards the stairs, the glass of tizer forgotten. We went into his bedroom as usual, and undressed. We got onto the bed, and began our customary preliminary love making. Lots of body contact, and rubbing together. Hands wandering all over each other, and fingers touching and arousing the sensitive parts. We knew how to turn each other on.

After a while we paused. We often did that. The preliminaries over, a time to cool down before the serious business began.

"Had a good week, Jeff?"

"Lot of school work. Exams are getting horribly close."

"I know that. You know what I'm really asking."

"Whether I've been in contact with any of these things?" I touched his cock and balls.

"Exactly."

"Yes, I have actually. With a couple of guys. One was in the showers after games. For some reason there were just the two of us there. He got hold of my cock, so I got hold of his."

"Was this the first time with him?"

"Yeah. he's in the same year. Quite a short guy. Smaller than me."

"What sort of cock?"

"About the same length as mine, but much thicker. A real thick one."

"Circumcised?"

"Oh, yes. Most of the guys at school are."

"Did you toss each other off?"

"Unfortunately, no. We were interrupted by some other guys."

"Will you go with him again."

"If I'm given a chance."

"Who was the other one?"

"A close friend. His folk were out one evening, so I had to do my homework at his place, of course."

"So you did some real homework on his bed."

"Exactly."

"What did you do?"

"Usual. Tossed each other off. I did suggest we sucked each other. But he was quite shocked at the suggestion. Said he'd have to think about it, before doing that."

"Why didn't you just start sucking him. Give him a pleasant surprise."

"I did wonder about that, but decided not to. But what about you?"

"I had a session with Ron one evening. He lives alone, got a house, left to him by his parents. He's about thirty, has his own business, left to him by his parents."

"Cor!"

"But there is another first time for me today. I'm going to fuck you."

"I thought you'd forgotten about that."

"Not at all."

We both got off the bed, and prepared ourselves. Frank prepared his arse, while I oiled up my cock.

"I think we'll try doggie fashion to begin with," said Frank. "You can then easily see what you're doing."

We got back on to the bed, and he knelt with his arse up in the air, showing me exactly where the target was. I shuffled up to him and put my cock on the target, and began to push. But it slipped up without going in. I tried again, at a slightly different angle, and this time it slipped the other way.

"It happens like that. Just hold your cock with your hand, until the head is in. Once that is in it's all straight forward."

After another couple of attempts, I felt my cock head go in.

"Take it slowly. If you hurry you'll probably shoot very soon, as it is your first time.

I obeyed instructions, and slowly pushed my cock into Frank. It was wonderful, so warm, so tight, so moist. I pushed until I could go no further, I was fully up against him.

"Well done," came the muffled voice of Frank which was buried in a pillow. "That's fine for me. Take your time. As long as you like."

That is always easier said than done when you are doing something sexual for the first time. I did manage to hold it for a little while, but the moment I started moving I was past the point of no return and my spunk was gushing into Frank's bowels.

He collapsed down on to his front, with me on top of him. My cock grew limp and soon slipped out. I slipped to one side, and Frank turned to face me.

"Well, what do you think?"

"Fine," with a broad grin on my face. "I'll be wanting to do that again. I'll try to hold on for longer."

"I know. First times are usually rushed jobs."

"Do you want to screw me?" I asked.

"Yeah. If you willing."

"Yes. Like I did you?"

It was my turn to lubricate my arse, and get on all fours. Very quickly Frank was in position. He had done it so many times before, he knew the knack, and his cock was soon sheathed in my arse. I did not remain on all fours, but lowered myself, and we remained connected.

"I love the feel of your body, Jeff. Your lovely smooth bum, and to be able to run my hands over your back, and nibble as your neck and ears."

Frank took a long while. I did not worry. I was happy, and comfortable with his cock inside me. It was quite a time before he climaxed.

"I'm thirsty," said Frank.

"And you didn't finish your glass of tizer."

"I didn't even start it. We had more important things to do."

Stark naked, Frank went downstairs, returning with a couple of glasses of tizer. "I'll have this one, as it's gone flat."

We sat on the edge of the bed drinking the tizer. Then we put the glasses on the bedside table, and resumed our close horizontal embrace.

"Do you see Ron very often?"

"About once a week or so. Why?"

"I just wondered. Does he know about me?"

"He knows I am seeing a lovely schoolboy, but I haven't even told him your name."

"A schoolboy gives the wrong impression. I am eighteen, and in a few weeks will have left school, and will be off to do National Service."

"I wonder if you will find opportunities to do this sort of thing."

"You know more about such things than me. You were in the army."

"You have to be careful. If you're caught, it's big, big trouble. Spell in Military Prison, and a dishonourable discharge. Might jeopardise your chances of University entrance."

"Thanks for the warning."

We lay together, talking, touching, feeling and occasionally kissing until it was time for me to return home.

The next development in my story was three weeks later. It was the usual Saturday afternoon. I had cycled round to Frank's, left my cycle in the usual place, and gone in the kitchen. We were standing around there, both of us drinking tizer. There was a ring on the front door.

"I wonder who that can be. I'll get rid of them as quickly as I can." Frank went to the door.

I heard him speak. "Ron! What are you doing here at this time. Not you usual calling time."

"I know. I was just passing." There was a pause. "Aren't you going to ask me in?"

I heard two pairs of feet walking along the hall, and Frank came in followed by a man some years older. He looked surprise when he saw me.

"Ron this is Jeff, Jeff this is Ron."

We shook hands, and I was conscious of being assessed, not only as to who I was, but also sexually. This was the first time I experienced being visually stripped naked.

Ron turned to Frank. "Is Jeff your schoolboy friend?"

"Yes, though only just. He'll only be a schoolboy for a few more weeks."

"You're a tease, Frank. I imagined someone three, four, five or more years younger."

"I thought you would, with your dirty mind."

"But I must say, you've shown your usual excellent taste!" He turned to me, "Excuse me, we usually carry on like that."

"Don't mind me," I said, wondering what was going to happen now.

Ron turned to Frank. "Is this delectable young man round here for" he looked up at the ceiling, "you know what?"

Frank gave me a quick glance. "Yes, he is. A few minutes later and I would not have been able to come down to open the door."

"Oh! I'm so sorry. I have interrupted something really important. I'll buzz off." He paused, looking me with a decided lecherous look in his eye. "Unless." And again very softly "Unless."

"Unless what, you sex maniac?"

"Frank, you do put things too crudely. Unless, I be permitted to join you,

or at least watch you?" There was now a beseeching look in his eyes.

"That's up to Jeff. Otherwise you must be on your way, Ron. I know you don't like gate crashers."

"You're right, I don't." Ron now turned to me. "I am sorry to interrupt your time with Frank here. If you don't want, I'll go, and maybe meet you again some more opportune time. It is completely up to you."

I thought for a moment. I knew that Frank liked Ron, and that he had known him before he knew me. I knew that they often got together. I did a little visual undressing, and liked what I thought I saw. If I said yes, I would be into a new experience, and would have gained another friend. I was all for it. I nodded.

I heard Frank breath a sigh of relief. Ron came over to me. "Thanks Jeff.

I appreciate that. Let me meet you properly." He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me close to him, gave me a hug and a long passionate kiss. He thrust his crotch into me, and I could feel his hardening member, and I knew he could feel mine. "I shall not forget your kindness today." He gave me another kiss.

"When you two have finished," said Frank. "Watching you two is making me want to shoot in my trousers."

Ron and I looked at Frank and there was a tent on the front of his trousers, and a wet patch too.

"Let's go upstairs, then, " said Frank, leading the way.

"Can I ask? May I undress you, Jeff?" asked Ron.

I decided to be bold. "Yes, but after I have undressed you."

"You've trained him well, Frank. There's nothing I would like more than being undressed by you, Jeff; unless it is undressing you."

Before I could start undressing him he gave me another long kiss, with our tongues probing the other's mouth.

"Shall I leave you two to it?" said Frank, who had rather been left out of things.

"No," we both said. "We will undress you, when we've finished," added Ron.

I now began to undress Ron. It was a warm day, so there was not a great deal to remove. I began with his shoes and socks. I had realised that to leave them to the end meant an anticlimax. I then took off his shirt. He was brown haired, and his chest had a good patch of brown hair at the top, with a thin trail going down to his navel and beyond. I felt his chest, played with his nipples and gave them a quick suck.

"I hope you've got your diary on you. I am already wanting to meet you again," said Ron.

"I'm not sure yet. Depends on your endowment."

Ron and Frank laughed.

"He's got a beauty." commented Frank.

I undid the belt that held up his trousers, and undid the fly buttons making sure that the back of my hand rubbed against his cock. It felt hard and hot, and his pants were decidedly damp. I lowered his trousers and he stepped out of them. He stood there in his white pants, they were always white in those days. I could see the shape of his cock under the white fabric. I looked up into Ron's eyes, and we both smiled at each other. I think that that exchange of smiles was the real beginning of my friendship with Ron. We were both enjoying what we were doing.

I ran my hand round the inside of the waist of his pants, first round to the back and then round to the front, there I pushed my fingers down and felt his pubic hair. Then I went round to the back and pulled out the elastic at the waist of his pants, and looked down from above, and saw his crack and the upper part of his shapely buttocks. I lowered the pants half way over his buttocks, and bent down to give each one a kiss.

I came round to the front and started to lower the white pants. I did so very slowly, looking up into Ron's eyes, and then back at what was being revealed. Slowly bit by bit his cock came into few. It was not huge, I suppose a good average, it was shapely, and he was like me, circumcised. Eventually it was free, and stood out pointing more upwards than straight forward. I caught hold of it in one hand, and with the other I cupped his balls, and these were really big. I wondered if they produced great quantities of spunk; but already, even with my limited experience, I had discovered that large balls did not necessarily produce much spunk, and small balls sometimes were copious producers.

"Thanks, Jeff. I hope you do that to me again, in fact many times."

"The first time is always special," said the realist Frank, who was sitting on the edge of the bed.

It was now Ron's turn to undress me. He did so with little comments of appreciation as various parts of my body were revealed. He touched and played briefly with each interesting part. When he had finished he turned to me. "We must now undress Frank here."

Frank had already removed his shoes and socks, and was still sitting on the edge of the bed. Ron and I came and sat next to him. We took off his shirt.

"What do you think of these?" asked Ron as he finger one of Frank's nipples.

I fingered the other one before replying. "They get quite hard, don't they?"

"Yes, but I always think Frank's tits are a bit of the small side."

"They may not be as big as yours. But he's got a decent amount of hair around." I ran my fingers through Frank's chest hair.

"That's good going both his tits are nice and hard," said Frank. "Let's check his major endowments. Stand up Frank."

Frank stood up, now dressed only in his trousers. Ron and I moved closer together on the edge of the bed, while Frank stood just in front of us. I noticed that he got close to me so our arms and thighs were touching.

"I've always liked his belly-button," said Ron.

"What do you like about it?" The truth was I had never given it any real consideration.

"It is really neat one. Some guys have big complicated ones, but his is small and neat."

"How long is this examination and criticism of my body going to take?" asked Frank.

"We're just admiring your attributes, Dear Boy, you shouldn't complain," said Frank.

I undid Frank's belt, while Ron undid his fly buttons. "Do you know, Jeff?" said Ron, "He isn't wearing any pants. I call that brazen. I think he's a brazen hussy. He was obviously expecting to remove his trousers this afternoon. I think he was planning to have his wicked way with you."

I played along with Ron. "Do you really think so?"

"Only men who are seducers of innocent schoolboys go in for wearing no pants."

Both Frank and I spluttered at me being described as an innocent schoolboy.

"What do you think he was planning to do?"

"I think I can guess, just feel in there." He pointed to the open flies on Frank's trousers. "Go on, put your hand right in. What can you feel?"

"Something hot and hard."

"Do you know what it is?"

"No, I'm an innocent schoolboy, remember."

"I'll tell you what it is. It is Frank's penis, and it's hard like that because he wants to do something with it."

"What?" I asked with a shocked tone of voice.

Ron whispered in my ear. "He either wanted you to suck it, or to put it up your bum!"

"Never!"

"I think so. Let us take a proper look."

I pulled my hand out of Frank's trousers, and Ron pushed them to the ground. Frank's cock was now on full view in all its rampant glory.

"Now I think this cock is beautiful. It's penile perfection. It's lovely to touch, and I'll let you into a secret. It's good to suck, and a most delicious liquid comes out of the end. Better than the nectar of the gods. Perhaps it was the nectar of the gods! It's also good to have up you bum. Our Frank here, knows how to use it well."

"I'm glad you two gossiping old women like it. It is wanting to get on with things."

"He always was impatient," said Ron. "Let's turn him round and inspect his bum." Ron caught hold of Frank's hips and turned him round. "Another view of perfection. Just put your hand to them."

We both stroked Frank's bum cheeks.

"Let's show him how much we like them." Ron leaned forward and placed a kiss on the buttock nearest to him. I responded by kissing the one nearest to me. We both kissed and tongued Frank's bum.

Then Ron turned Frank so that he was facing us again. We resumed kissing and tonguing Frank's cock and balls. We quickly fell into a rhythm. We ran our tongues up Frank's cock. We did it so that one tongue was always on its way up.

"You'll have to stop that. It's bloody wonderful. You'll make me shoot, but I don't want you to stop, and I don't want to shoot."

Ron obviously knew his Frank. He knew exactly when he had to stop. We pulled away, and Frank came and sat on the bed alongside us.

"That was wonderful. I must remember that. How I stopped from shooting I don't know."

Ron turned to Frank. "What are we going to do to our nice young schoolboy?"

"Have him in between us."

"Can I fuck him then? You've already had him."

"Fine, by me," responded Frank.

"Grease yourself up, Boy. My tool is going to give us both a great time."

He prepared his cock, while Frank and I prepared our arses. "Now, get on the bed on your side, I'll get behind you, and Frank'll back up on you."

We got on the bed.

"Get into Frank first," ordered Ron.

This did not take very long. Then Ron got behind me, and I soon felt his cock demanding and making entry. To be between these two men in that way was yet another new wonderful experience. Frank reached behind with one hand and stroked my thigh. I kissed and nibbled at his neck and ear, and with one hand felt his chest, and I could just reach his cock, which was sticking out into thin air. Ron kissed and nibbled at me, and his hands roamed as far as they could reach.

Sometimes I was the one who did the moving, pressing into Frank meant that Ron's cock came some way out of me. At other times I lay still they did all the work. It was yet another excellent way of spending a Saturday afternoon.

It was Ron who shot first, and that set me off, and my hand which was holding Frank's cock was soon holding a handful of warm wet spunk. Frank handed me a cloth on which to wipe my hand, and we lay side by side on the bed.

"I'm glad I called in on you this afternoon. I was intending to do some gardening, but digging my cock into your lovely arse, Jeff, is much more rewarding work. I hope you enjoyed it too."

"Oh, yes. I enjoyed it."

"I hope we can do it again." Ron sat up and looked across me at Frank. "What do you say, shall we invite him to come along to one of my parties?"

"That'd be good. I don't see why not." said Frank.

"What parties are these?" I asked.

"I have some very select special parties at my house. It started with three or four of us, then we started bringing friends, and the number went up to fifteen or sixteen. But we felt that was too many. So we stopped adding to our number, and when someone dropped out, moved away mostly, we did not recruit until he were below twelve. That we felt was the ideal number."

"So what goes on at these special parties of yours?" I asked.

"You tell him, Frank."

"When everybody who is coming is there, we always let Ron know whether we are able to make it or not, the fun begins. There are of course eats and drinks, but those there enjoy each other like we've enjoyed ourselves this afternoon."

"All together?"

"Some like to be just two together, others in groups of three or more. We meet on the first Saturday in the month of an evening. What do you think?"

I thought for a moment. "How old are they?"

"You'd be the youngest, but by less than a year. The oldest is forty three."

I thought some more. "I don't think I can come before I've finished my exams. But after that `I'll be more free. The first one I could make is in July."

"Good," said Ron. "You bring him along. There's a couple of vacancies now that Fred has moved up to Coventry, and Alan across to Lewisham. I look forward to getting my cock up you again."

"And what about me getting mine up you?"

"That's what I like, a lad with some spirit. Your cock's welcome any time."

One more part to come.

By Jeff of jeffyrks