Usual Disclaimer: If you are not of an age to read this because of the laws of your country or district please desist. If you are a bigot or prod-nosed fundamentalist of any persuasion find your monkey-spanking literature elsewhere and keep your predilections and opinions to yourself. Everyone else welcome and comments more than welcome.
This is a very long tale. It unfolds over a good number of years. What is true, is true: what is not is otherwise. If you have trouble with the English educational system let me know. A dramatis personae will follow after a few installments - there are a lot of characters!
ALADDIN'S AWAKENING
By
Joel
Chapter 3
Saturday 11th September 1943
Saturday morning was rather dismal when I woke up. I slithered out of bed, peered out of the window and watched the rain pouring down. All was quiet in the house. I looked at my watch, gosh, half past eight and no Ma calling up about breakfast. Then I remembered Ma had said last night that both she and Dad had to go into work today because of something urgent cropping up but she hoped I wouldn't mind and she would leave me something nice for lunch. I really didn't mind but thought I would go round to see Tony a bit later to catch up on his gossip. Oh, bollocks, he'd said he was going off on another weekend of poxy badge hunting. Who else could I lumber myself on for a few hours? I peered out of the window again and decided it was too wet to venture out. Feeling a bit peckish I set off down to the kitchen in my pyjamas to see what was left out for me.
Lunch in the fridge' read the note propped up against the milk jug. 'Do your homework and some practice. We'll be back by six. Love, Ma. p.s. Dad has left you something in the fridge!' I opened the fridge door and there was a covered plate obviously with my lunch on it and a separate smaller covered plate by its side. I lifted the cover on the smaller plate and there, reposing in solitary state in the centre, was a half-crown coin. Obviously conscience money I thought, dear old Pa. He was generally very quiet and undemonstrative but he had always tried to include me in on so many things and made efforts to come to school whenever there was some function or play or whatever. I knew he was very busy and in charge of a lot of important work - I'd heard Mrs Peters next door saying that he was 'a boffin at that place, very hush-hush'. If it was very hush-hush how did she know? She always seemed to know everything of importance happening in the town and Ma said that give her her due she was a mine of information. While cogitating on all this I crunched through some toast and then went upstairs again.
I was a bit pissed off that Tony wasn't around to go and chat to and mooched about, still in my pyjamas, clearing up my desk and generally feeling sorry for my lonely self. I was absently scratching at an itch at the top of my leg when I remembered Tony's parting conversation the previous afternoon and then thinking on the way home about Alun and our mutual adventures. When I got home Ma had had a number of jobs for me to do before supper so any further reminiscing was overtaken by other more pressing tasks. I now recalled that during the next few days after Alun had gone home I had tried tossing myself off a few times and, although it was quite pleasurable, I was most dissatisfied at not getting any positive results so I gave up. So what had Tony said? He'd found he could diddle his thing and make it happen - he obviously didn't have the vocabulary I'd learned from Alun! Stupid boy! I suppose he meant he'd jacked himself off and shot his load! Christ!, if Tony was doing it and shooting spunk why wasn't I?
I scratched again and thought I'd better examine myself closely to see if things had changed over the summer. I was aware that my hair was not so sparse above my cock because I'd noticed that in the bath the other day. I stripped off my pyjamas and stood in front of the mirror on the wardrobe door to look at myself. Gosh, the hair round my cock really had grown! I pushed it around with my fingers. It was getting quite curly and some strands were at least two inches long and some of it was very black and wiry. I lifted my cock. That was certainly a bit longer than when Alun and I had examined each other and my balls were definitely saggier. I could swing them a bit but not so much as Alun whose bollocks were much bigger anyway. Thinking of Alun I looked under my arms but nothing had appeared there yet. I peered down further. There was some change in the hairs on my legs which seemed darker and thicker on my thighs and below my knees.
There was also a definite thickening and hardening of my prick at that very moment. I held the end between finger and thumb and gently eased my foreskin back. It stuck about halfway, not like Alun's which rolled right back easily, but it had the effect of making my rod go rock hard. I pulled down on my newly stiff cock and felt a warming sort of throb in the root. I grabbed a towel from beside the sink and dropped it on the floor in front of me. Just in case, I thought. I began a slow and methodical pulse and lent back slightly and opened my mouth as I felt the beginnings of a surge at the base of my prick followed by a wonderful, almost squeezing sensation in rhythm with my beat. After a couple of minutes or so I just had to do it quicker and with that a series of shudders pounded deep down under my cock and then, Oh God!, I shot my first load! Not a lot, just a few drops, certainly not so much as Alun, but how bloody marvellous and so bloody quick.
Hooray! I could toss off properly now and come, just like Alun, just like Tony! I stood holding my cock in my full hand feeling the hotness within it. Christ, it had really grown since Easter and I hadn't noticed as it hadn't been stiff like this since I tried the week after Alun went. I wondered how long it was when it was rigid. As I held it it gradually softened until it was back to its normal, limp size. I really had something to report to Tony next time I saw him.
I picked up the towel and went through to the bathroom and had a bath. I washed my prick and balls very carefully and tried pulling my foreskin back again but it was too sore. I would leave that until later. I felt very excited and after I'd got dressed went down to the kitchen because I was starving hungry. I wondered if wanking stimulated the appetite. I made a couple of thick jam sandwiches and munched them most contentedly - I could shoot stuff and obviously needed sustenance to make more spunk!
The rest of the day passed quickly enough. I did all the homework which wasn't much as we had only had one day's lessons and then I had lunch. It was still raining so I didn't feel like going out and spending the half-crown but I felt great, I could toss off properly now, I was a big boy now. I spent part of the afternoon making a model aeroplane and then went downstairs and had a really good practice while thinking hard about my new found accomplishment. Wait until I saw Tony again I would have news for him!
Ma and Pa came home earlier than expected while I was still going over scales. Ma said I sounded quite expert now and Mrs Tring would be very pleased - I said I was too as I had also done the homework and that was out of the way. After supper I went up to my room and read and thought and then went to bed early. Why? Because as soon as I undressed I was in bed in the nude jacking off again. It was tremendous, I left the light on so I could look down at myself as I did it with the bed clothes off me. I did it as slow as I could to begin with but couldn't stop myself quickening the pace as the rhythm seemed to take over.
I felt the deep throbbing begin then my muscles jerked and I came with spunk squirting out up over my stomach. There was quite a bit more than in the morning. It was also thicker and creamier than before. I pushed the drops about with my finger and they were quite sticky spread over my stomach. My spunk, my come, I had only seen Alun's before, now I could do it! It was bloody fantastic. I wondered how much Tony shot and how big his prick was when stiff. Mine wasn't as big as Alun's ....yet! I must measure it. It had subsided now so it was no good trying to get a ruler to it - tomorrow, perhaps. I rubbed my stuff off my tum with the towel I had grabbed as I got into bed, pulled up the bed clothes and fell fast asleep.
I woke with a start next morning, bloody hell, I thought, no pyjamas? Then I realised I had a rampant cock - it was really stiff and ached with it, bending back to my belly. I turned on my back and soon beat it into submission. It spat a few drops of thick cream and the feelings were glorious. Three times already and getting better every time. I suppose I was a bit punch drunk by now, or at least, wank happy. Sunday passed very pleasantly, I got out some more old model planes I had been making very slowly over the last few months and was quite engrossed with one of them when Ma called up that lunch was ready.
After lunch Dad said as the weather had cleared we might as well go out for a walk in the country which, so he said, I needed badly as I spent so long stuck up in my room. Off we went in the car, parked and tramped around for about two hours. Dad and Mum spent most of the time talking in German, discussing their work because I did manage to catch quite a lot of the conversation. I don't think Ma knows how much I do understand as I don't usually answer when she chats to me in German although I will answer when it's French. Anyway, by the time we got back to the car I was shagged out - Dad said I had a healthy glow.
Home to tea and back to finishing the model plane and so to bed. I had recovered by then - perhaps the walk had improved my stamina because I had a most satisfactory fourth wank of that momentous weekend and managed to get a ruler to my cock before my passion took over. My prick was exactly four and a quarter inches long when fully erect. Hmm - certainly not as long as Alun's - I never managed to find out how big his was exactly with a ruler, he said it was nearly six inches - I wonder how big Tony's is? I think I'm getting taller too and made a mark by the door of my bedroom - I've grown since Alun was here 'cos I'm just over five foot three now.
Woke up late on Monday and had to rush to get ready for school. Managed to arrive just as the bell was about to go. Didn't have a chance to talk to Tony during the day. All lessons were in the form-room today and as I wasn't really organised I ended up forgetting which room we were supposed to be in. This was 'cos after assembly I had to go back to the cloakroom first for a pee. Consequently, when I'd found where the rest of the class was I wasn't in time to sit next to Tony. He was sitting with Cleggy, obviously still intent on discussing badge gathering. I sat behind them, next to Matthew Ward whose usual companion had deserted him, while we waited for Huggy to appear to call the register and then take a double maths lesson.
Matt's a short stocky lad who's actually the oldest in the class - he's just on fifteen. I noticed, as I turned to face him, that he had black hairs at the edge of his upper lip and a fair crop of pimples just like Alun. He also had a rather gruff voice and the distressing habit of picking his nose at intervals.
"I hope you're not going to pick your nose while I'm sitting next to you", I said, grinning at his rather hurt look. He was a rather precise lad and perhaps hadn't realised his involuntary habit.
"What did you say?", he asked, not belligerently but in a genuinely questioning way.
"Don't you realise, Matthew, that you keep poking your finger up your nose at regular intervals?"
"Of course I do. I think I do it to relieve tension."
"What tension?"
"Oh, when Huggy or Van start asking awkward questions."
"Well, don't do it when I'm next to you or you'll make me feel sick."
"Sorry, Jacko, but don't you get all wound up when Huggy has a mood?"
I hadn't realised that Matthew was so sensitive to Huggy's outbursts. He did rather loom over one and Vansittart was gigantic and, although Matthew was over a year older than me, he wasn't a great deal taller. He was not a scholarship boy and obviously found some of the work difficult.
"And then it's bloody games", he continued, "Just because I'm short they make me play at scrum half - I see I'm down for the Fourth Year team for next Saturday's game against the Catholics."
"Am I down?"
"No, you lucky bugger, Vansittart says they're such a rough lot he's only putting the older and bigger ones in. Just because I'm older I'm in and at bloody scrum half. They'll murder me!"
With that a finger went up his nose. I jogged his elbow.
"Ouch, that hurt!"
"Well, stop it, then. Is Ginger Hare playing?"
Vincent Hare was one of two Catholic boys in our class who hadn't opted to go to the Catholic boys' school when they won a scholarship.
"Yes, they'll murder him as well."
Vince was also one of the older boys and was much taller than Matt and had red hair. He didn't like being called Ginger and I'd come in contact with a stiff jab to the kidneys in my first year when I called him that and had desisted ever since. Most of the others had received the same treatment and so he was known as Vince to his face and Ginger Hare behind his back.
"He'll be in the scrum, I suppose, with Cleggy and Barnesy and Jim Masters. Then quite a few from the S lot."
"Yes, Tom Buchanan and his pal Alan King. Tom'll be OK he's hefty like his brother."
Tom and his brother Duncan, who was in the second year sixth, lived a few houses along the road from me. Duncan was a big lad and was the Head Boy, in the first XV and in the County Colts side. Most of the boys were in awe of him but I had known the brothers for some years and he had always been a friendly older figure to me.
"Oh cripes, here comes Huggy!" With that Matt's finger went up his nose again. It really was automatic. I jogged his elbow a second time.
"Stop it, or Huggy will get you!"
"Thomson, did you want something? I see you are not sitting with Master Marcham this term." Huggy glared down the room at me. "I hope you won't be assisting Master Ward too readily with his mathematics as you did your erstwhile friend. Young Master Ward must learn to stand on his own two feet. Where is his old friend Master Masters?"
He peered round the room which had gone very silent.
"Sir, he's gone to see Mr Vansittart, Sir" came a voice from behind us.
"No need to double my appellation, Master Carter, but thank you for the information. I assume he is trying not to play on Saturday?"
"No, Sir," came another voice, also from the back, "He's asking to play on the wing and not in the scrum."
"Alright, thank you Master Reed, but I don't need to know details, I just need to know his whereabouts."
With that he launched into the lesson which, in his usual way, proceeded at a cracking pace. This generally left 'the weaker brethren', as Huggy called them, gasping. Then, as usual, Huggy produced a set of exercises for those with 'a modicum of brain' and spent the rest of the lesson going round dealing with 'his sinners'.
Jim Masters came in rather breathless, apologising to Huggy and was waved to an empty seat next to Ned Carter.
"Master Carter will kindly show you where we are, or perhaps kindly Master Carter will show you where you should be." A low rumble came from Ned as he explained to Jim. Huggy went on prowling.
Maths never held any terrors for me. Dad was a willing ear and help if I got stuck which was rarely. Huggy's reference to Tony's move was that we worked together very often. The soft footfall stopped by me as Huggy peered down at my work and looked over at Matt's.
"Jacko, my lad, explain to young Matthew what he is supposed to be doing in question number three."
I jumped, I didn't know Huggy knew I was called Jacko, he usually referred to us by surnames. Matthew's finger flew to his nose. He looked at me sideways, dropped his hand and raised his eyebrows.
"Yes, sir", I replied and looked across at Matt's book. I saw that he had forgotten to change a sign and pointed it out. He shrugged his shoulders, altered it, and went on with his work.
"George, have you something important to impart to young Anthony? Is he in difficulty? Are you bringing your massive intellect to bear on some problem he has with the subject?"
I looked up at Cleggy in front of me, his ears had gone bright red. No beak had ever called him George before, it was always 'Clegg!' or 'You, boy!', and generally in a pained voice.
"No, sir, I asked him to help me."...."Very commendable, and could he?"..."Yes sir, I think I get it now."
Huggy wandered up the aisle. Most of us had stopped work and watched him surreptitiously as we sensed something was up. He fished under Cleggy's desk and brought out a length of rope with a very fancy knot tied in it.
"Is this the problem young George?"....
"Yes, sir."
"I think you had better tie me the whole set you have had to do for your latest award..."
"Yes, sir."
"After school at four o'clock and young Anthony can assist you."
"Yes, sir," they groaned in unison.
There was general suppressed merriment round the class. Nothing much missed Huggy's eagle eye and the lesson progressed with no further incidents other than the odd rumble as Ned Carter explained things to Jim Masters. Ned was another scholarship boy, like me and Nobbo and Benno. There were ten of us and we were all in the same class and we were also mainly the younger ones as well. Vince was one of the older ones as well as Ned Carter, but the three Johns, Pearson, Reed and Wills were just over fourteen, the same age as Tony, and formed another little group of friends as they were in the school Army Cadets as well.
At break Matt and I went down to the playground together.
"What's come over Huggy?", he asked with a worried frown.
"I suppose we are now ascending into the upper firmament of the school as he calls it and thinks we are becoming human beings."
Matt grinned, "He wasn't too bad today and it's very useful having you next to me to help. I do make stupid mistakes."
"Any time," I replied, "I usually help Tony with maths and we often do our English work together as well. Tony is quite good at English."
"Not so good as your French, though. I need some help with that. Vansittart always gives me the jitters."
I didn't reply, but just nodded. Vansittart took us for French and also helped with games. He was Welsh, like Huggy, and although he had lived in France for some time years before the war spoke it with a slight Welsh accent which Ma said was very charming. Van always made a bee-line for Ma at parents' evenings so he could practice and had been to supper with us quite a few times with his wife. In his younger days he'd been the captain of the town's Rugby Club according to Pa and still helped to run the County Colts. I quite liked him, he was very big and very jolly and Pa said he was a good singer as well. I wonder what he meant by that?
I managed to corner Tony just before we went into afternoon lessons.
"Shall I wait for you? I can't wait long as I have to be at Mrs Tring's for my lesson by five."
"Better not, I don't know how long that old fool Huggy will keep us for. The old sod, catching Cleggy like that. He must have eyes in the back of his head. Anyway after tea we have to go round Skip's to do the actual tests. I need some help with that maths Huggy's given us. What about tomorrow?"
I thought my news could wait until Tuesday.
"OK then. Keep out of mischief tomorrow and if you get me invited to tea I'll help you with your homework. And I've got things to tell you as well."
Before he could answer the large figure of Vansittart bore down on us.
"Right lads, inside now, no shilly-shallying and gossiping in the corridor. Chut, chut, assessez-vous mes ‚lŠves!"
Van always conducted the complete lesson in French and was very good at using simple language when necessary. But there were puzzled looks in most lessons and I was often set the task of translating, usually to a few whispers of little French creep' from those who had endured the rasps of Van's tongue.
Anyway, school progressed from French to History and ended for the day.
I said cheerio to Matt, watched Tony and Cleggy amble off to the Staff Room and went down to the cycle sheds. Jim Masters followed me along the path and shouted out something about keeping my knees brown. I raised two fingers elegantly to him then cycled off as fast as possible to elude him if he followed. I caught up with Barnesy who also lived in the next road to me. His name was Rupert but was usually called Roo. As boys will be boys this meant that his younger brother, in the form below us, was nicknamed Kanga, which in my younger ignorance I really thought was his name.
We chatted about things in general and about Tony and Cleggy in particular. Roo was another great friend of Tony's. I think their mothers were related in some way and Tony used to go on holiday with the family sometimes. And now, of course, he and Roo were very immersed in the Scouts along with Cleggy. I liked Roo as we'd been at Junior School together but he hadn't won a scholarship and although we'd played together as younger kids I didn't see much of him now other than in school.
"I'm getting behind with French, Jacko. My mum is going to ask your mother if she would give me some help. Do you think she would?"
"I expect so. You'd better get her to ask."
"OK, I'll get mum to come round at the weekend."
With that we parted at the end of his road and I cycled home and put my bike away. Ma was already in. I told her about Roo and his mother's possible request and that Matthew Ward said he wanted help as well.
"Yes, I don't mind," she said. "If their mothers want me to I will and you and Tony can come as well, if he likes. We could have a little French circle."
That seemed OK to me. Ma was a brick, perhaps she would do our homework for us and get Van out of our hair. Most promising.
I got round to Mrs Tring's early and she seemed pleased with my progress - she said I wasn't so awkward over playing scales and I managed the piece I was learning with some feeling. I did feel better about playing and I felt my practice had been worth it. When I got home I went upstairs and changed out of my school clothes. I still didn't have any long trousers and so would have to broach the subject with Ma very soon as I would be fourteen on the thirtieth of September and it was only another five weeks to half term. Just coming up to fourteen and coming every day now. My cock began to feel a bit uncomfortable. Down, boy, later, it's nearly time for tea. I wondered if the others had incessant urges. My prick was hard by now. O Christ, go down before Ma calls me for tea, please, there isn't time to practice that now! I busied myself putting my books ready to do my maths and history homework after tea. Thank God, the bastard's subsiding. Ma called. I took a quick look in the mirror to see if I bulged. No, thank God,... OK, downstairs for grub, at least eating gave me something else to think about.
Much to Ma's amazement I said I was tired and went to bed early. Naturally, as soon as I was in bed I felt for my already stiffening cock. I tried to do it slowly and pulled my foreskin back hard but this just made me want to do it quicker and after a couple of minutes or so I was gasping and feeling the warm sticky drops on my stomach. It was certainly very good, five times so far, would I get fed up with it? I must find out from Tony how many times he does it. What did Alun say at Easter? I think he told me he did it every day and that Rhys and Gareth did it regularly as well. I wiped myself down and fell asleep.
Ma asked next morning if I felt alright as it was rather unusual for me to go to bed so early. I said it was all the excitement of the new term and I had been for a piano lesson and done quite a bit of homework and so I supposed I was tired out. I didn't add I wasn't too tired to have a good wank and that was the real reason for going to bed early anyway. I must say I did sleep well after it, though.
School that day went very smoothly except that we three O's were heckled by a group of 4S's. At least it'll only be until half-term for all of us as all our birthdays, even Benno's, are this side of it. I wondered if Benno comes yet, although younger he is a bit taller than me. Must remind Ma about trousers. I had forgotten that morning but had remembered to say I would most probably be going round to Tony's for tea. Tony was already in class when I got there after assembly. Huggy was at the front talking to Dave Morgan and Danny Ross. Tony mouthed OK and made a circle on his sleeve. I deduced he had passed the badge test. I gave him a thumb's up sign and he put his fingers up in the form of a T. I nodded and grinned. Tony's Ma always put on a good tea.
After school we met up in the cycle sheds and wheeled our bikes to the school gates and he was bubbling over to tell me all his news.
"I got the badges very easily and one of them was all thanks to Huggy!"
I was puzzled, "How was that?"
"Well, you know Cleggy and I had to go and see him after school. Well, what we didn't know is that Huggy is an absolute expert on knots. He made us tie the ones in the tests and then showed us how to do them really neatly and properly. He said it took him back to his Scouting days when he had been taught to tie knots by an old Welsh sea-dog." We both laughed at his imitation of Huggy's voice and manner. "He then showed us how to do a Turk's Head. It wasn't like an ordinary detention. Skip and the bod examining us were most impressed. We both got full marks and one of the others didn't get his badge cause he was all fingers and thumbs."
"Congratulations, but what's a Turk's Head?"
"I'll show you when we get home."
"Don't you want to hear my news?"
"Of course, but I bet I can guess."
"Oh, what?"
"What I told you last week?"
"Yes, but how did you guess?"
"Because I knew you would try it out." He looked over at me and laughed. "The look on your face, it was OK wasn't it."
I nodded, feeling a little embarrassed, "Of course, tell you later".
He grinned again and launched into a further tale of badge-hunting. It seemed to be his main interest at the moment. It certainly wasn't mine.
His Ma's tea was certainly good and we went upstairs to his newly decorated room afterwards. His Mum had said she was going off soon to meet his Dad in town as they were taking Gran to the pictures and we could finish off the rest of the cake later if we wanted. Tony wanted me to help him with the maths homework Huggy had set the day before as it was due in next day but I said he was to show me the Turk's Head first. He produced a rope with rather a fancy knot at the end of it. I was impressed with the work involved but spoilt it by asking what was the use of it. He was about to whack me with the rope and only stopped when I said I wouldn't do the maths with him. I showed him some of the awkward bits and we got through it quite quickly. Just as we were finishing Tony's Mum shouted out that she and Gran were off now and we heard the front door close. Tony stood up and yawned.
"Hey, Jacko, tell me about it now."
I looked up at him. I suppose I could tell him. At least I could then ask him questions.
"Wait, Tony, you tell me how you found out you could do it."
He laughed, "Oh, that's simple. It was just after term finished in the summer and our Scouts had borrowed the school gym. It was quite hot so all most of us had on was just a pair of shorts. Well, we were having a game of British bulldog and that big lad who's just left the sixth-form, you know, the one they call Big Jim, Chater's his surname, well, he grabbed me and I tried to wriggle away. As I fell over he had hold of my shorts and they got pulled down. The rest of them were all laughing 'cause Big Jim grabbed my arm and caught hold of my goolies as I tried to get away from him. They all rushed to the other end of the gym and went on with the game but Big Jim didn't leave go of me and whispered I had a nice big pair of balls and gave my prick a squeeze and said he bet I was doing it regularly. Then he gave it a few rubs and it began to go stiff. He said keep up the good work, winked and said it should be all fun and games at camp and pulled my shorts back up. Then he helped me up and I couldn't help noticing an enormous bulge in his shorts. Well to cut a long story short when I got home that night I still had a bit of a stiff prick so I tried rubbing it and, hey presto, made it come. It was fantastic." He paused. "Now what about you?"
I told him about my discovery on Saturday and how good it was. I then asked him how often he did it. He looked straight at me, "Just between you and me, as often as I can. Must be a couple of times a day most days. You look a bit relieved."
I said I was as I had done it five times already since Saturday.
"Christ, Jacko, just the same as me over that first weekend, but I've done it dozens of times since then as well, here take a look!"
He opened the top drawer of his desk and took out a diary.
"I've put a little mark for each time."
He flicked the pages of the book, I couldn't see properly but there seemed to be at least one tick every day, in any case at the moment I was much more interested in other details.
"I think my cock's growing bigger. It's bigger than it was at Easter when my cousin Alun was staying with us. And I'm definitely taller."
"You never told me much about Alun. I know he stayed with you and mended your bike. Did he do it then?"... I nodded..."To you?"... I nodded again..."Did you come stuff then?"....
I shook my head, "No, it just felt good"....
"Did he come?"....
I nodded, "Yes, lots - and lots of times."
"You did it to him?"...
"Yes"...
"Has he got a big prick?"....
I nodded again, "He said it was nearly six inches and it looked like it"
"Christ, Jacko, you never told me anything about him."
I said I didn't know then much about what happens and as it didn't really work for me I had soon given up trying to toss myself off after he had gone home.
"That's the phrase Cleggy uses. When we were at camp we called it tossing off or diddling."
I told him a few of the phrases that Alun had taught me and we had a good laugh, especially over 'beating your meat'.
"Christ, Jacko, it's making me horny talking about it. I need a good wank, don't you?"
I nodded again and Tony started to take his shirt off.
"Come on then, Jacko, let's have a good look at each other."
We slipped all our clothes off and stood facing each other. Tony's prick was slightly stiff and mine began to harden rapidly. Tony was staring intently at my cock and gradually his rose to match mine.
"Here, stand near and we can see who's got the biggest."
I moved over to him and held my cock next to his.
"I measured mine last night, it's four and a quarter inches," I said pressing my now rigid prick against his which felt equally hard.
"So's mine, they're exactly the same length. Look, they match, but I think mine's a bit thicker. Hey, you know yesterday when Cleggy said he'd grown two inches did you hear what Roo said?"
"No, I heard someone mutter something and heard a bit of a laugh."
"Oh, Roo said pity he hadn't grown anywhere else, meaning he's only got a small cock which we saw plenty of times at camp. You want to have a look after PT, he's certainly not as big as us although he likes tossing himself off - or getting someone else to do it to him!"
I didn't say anything because as he told me this his hand closed round my prick as well and I let go. He gripped both our rods and squeezed.
"Better put something on the floor," I whispered...he nodded and let go. He fetched a towel and spread it out.
"Do you like watching?"...
"Yep"...
He picked up the towel and moved nearer the dressing table mirror. "Come over here"...I went across.... "I'll do it to you first". He stood just behind me and reached round and drew his fingers down my erect length and cupped my balls in his palm. Then he slowly stroked up from the base of my prick to its tip with one finger and as he got to the end he circled the end with finger and thumb.
"I do hope ours'll grow as much as your cousin's or Big Jim's. Christ! Jacko, yours is going even harder!"
With that he moved down the shaft tightening the circle and began to draw my foreskin down and up quite, quite slowly. I leaned back on him and very soon began to feel the warm, deep surges in the base of my cock. The feelings were even more intense than over the weekend when I did it to myself.
"You'll nearly coming," he whispered and gradually increased his beat. He pulled back even harder and gave me some short sharp pulls which made me lean back even further. I went very tense with my mouth wide open taking in very deep breaths. Then my whole body seemed to shudder as he pulled back very hard and held it there. I held my breath too as my prick jerked under his grip and a thin stream of silvery spunk squirted way up in an arc over the towel with some splashing down on the dressing table top about five feet away.
"Christ, Jacko," Tony gasped, "Look what you did!"
I was as surprised as he was. It reminded me of Alun when I wanked him off and he shot an enormous amount a long way. I hadn't shot so much before either and it certainly hadn't travelled so far. I let my pent-up breath out and he stood for a long time gripping my prick and staring at the top of the dressing table.
"Gosh, you can certainly shoot it. Even Big Jim didn't fire as far as that!"
He picked up the towel and cleared up the splodges of come. I didn't ask him what he meant but moved to change places with him as he came back to where I was standing.
"Your turn now," I said, still panting a bit. I gripped his prick with my full hand, then felt it all over, running my fingers up and down a bit quicker than he had done to me. I cupped my hand under his balls and felt their weight. His balls seemed bigger than mine, at least they were saggier, but I was pleased our cocks were the same size and bigger, so he said, than Cleggy's! I tried to peel back his foreskin but it was very tight and didn't go back anywhere as far as mine, just the tip of his knob peeped through. He was breathing very heavily even before I began to jack him off. I did it slowly as well at first, quickening my beat and pulling down harder as his breathing got deeper. Then his muscles jerked and I felt the surge in his horny prick as he shot drops of thick sticky come over the towel. He gripped my hand to stop my beat and was panting heavily as I stood still holding on to his cock.
"That was bloody good, Jacko, you're a great pal."
He turned and reached down for my limp dong. We stood holding each other.
"It's great, isn't it?"... I nodded for the umpteenth time..."Let's lie on the bed for a bit."....We both got onto his bed which was fairly wide for a single and lay facing each other.... "Have you got any hair under your arms yet?", he asked.
"No, I looked on Saturday"....
"Matt Ward has and so has Cleggy and Roo Barnes"....
"They're older than us"....
"I know, but I want some to be like them...That Vince Hare has ginger hair all over the place."...
"How do you know?"....
"He was in our tent as well as Roo and Cleggy at camp."
Obviously lots of things had happened at camp, perhaps I would find out more in due course. Then I had a sudden very clear memory. I knew I had seen one boy doing something to another at some time in the past because when Alun was up at Easter things we did together were familiar but I couldn't recall why at the time. All came back clearly now with Tony rattling on about Big Jim.
"Hey Tony, this Big Jim? I remember now something that happened when I started at the Grammar School."
"What was that?"
"Well, it must have been about the first week I was there and I wanted to be excused and one of the beaks, I think it was Campion, let me go. I hadn't learnt my way round the place properly but managed to find my way to the bogs, had a pee, then turned the wrong way coming out so I went along the row of lavs. There were two boys in the end one both with their gym shorts round their ankles, and I realise now the bigger one was being tossed off because I could see the other one was rubbing at his cock.
I just stood there and watched because they had their backs more or less to me and hadn't seen me and I didn't know what they were doing. I suppose the big one must have heard something because he turned and saw me looking at them. All he said was 'Piss off, kiddo, or I'll bite your goolies off!' I turned and ran and somehow found my way back to the classroom. I remember now the big lad was your Big Jim. I know that because as I turned to run off the other one laughed and said, 'You've put the shits up him, Chater!'"
Tony laughed, "Yes that's him. I suppose he would have been in the Fifth Year then. That would have been his pal Kelly, you know, the one they called Whacker. They always went around together. They still do 'cause Whacker's still in the Scouts although he's working now and only turns up when he can. You know him, he didn't go into the Sixth Form....he left and works in his father's shop now. Anyway Big Jim still likes to be tossed off. We had some good fun at camp and I can tell you he's not called Big Jim for nothing!"
"I thought he was called that because he was so hefty."
"No, of course not," he laughed again. "It's 'cause he's got a ginormous cock, it's like a donkey's. Didn't you know that?"
"No, I didn't really know about him other than he was a prefect and was always getting sports medals. And why do they call Kelly Whacker?"
"Christ, Jacko, you are an ignorant sod! Its 'cause he whacks off so much. Big Jim says he always boasted he did it at least four times a day and sometimes more!"
I must have looked puzzled.
"Big Jim told us lots of things at camp - I'll have to tell you sometime. Anyway, you remember I was saying about that night in the gym when he grabbed my goolies, well he had a great stiff prick then because I saw the bulge and he still had it when he took his shorts off in the changing room and everyone was staring at it and I saw then it was enormous. He looked over at me and called out, "How's yours, Tony, would you like a hardon like this?" The others all laughed and some oaf shouted out "Stick it up him, Jim!" Well, Big Jim turned and grabbed the lad who shouted, it was one of those skinny Foster twins in the other form, and pulled down his shorts and held him up so we could all see his stubby prick. Big Jim's ever so strong - he's got terrific muscles from working on his Dad's farm - and he just lifted him up kicking and shouting and lowered him up and down against his belly so his prick stuck out between Foster's legs. We were nearly rolling on the floor.
Foster's brother was hanging on to the clothes rails howling with laughter and one of the others went up and tweaked Foster's cock and said he needed to get it to grow a bit more. Then one of the lads near the door said the caretaker was coming so Big Jim dropped Foster and we all got dressed very quickly. It was a real hoot. Well, when I got home that night I was thinking of Big Jim and the size of his cock and what he had said to me in the gym and I felt mine going stiff so I rubbed it and that's when I made stuff come the first time."
He shifted and turned to face me squarely, "My first time and I did it again twice next day just to see. Then Mum heard Gran was ill and we had to pack up and go. It was so boring up there all I did for the first week was do it to myself two or three times a day or see how long I could keep it stiff which was marvellous while it lasted. My sister came up the next week and I had to take her around so it was even worse. I could only have a wank when I went to bed though I did manage to ditch her one day and had a quick one in the wood behind the house. I was hoping to come back and tell you but then I went straight to camp which was fantastic, then back to get ready for school." He waited, but I was listening, too enthralled to say anything. "Anyway you tell me about Alun now."
I told Tony all about Alun's visit and how he taught me all the things I knew. Tony giggled at all the phrases and particularly liked 'pulling your wire' and 'flogging your donkin' and said they sounded much better than masturbation which Vince Hare had told them at camp was the proper name for it. We had a good laugh over the word 'cause I said I thought that meant chewing. He said I was a goof, that was mastication. I said I knew, and anyway Alun had told me the proper word and I had looked it up in the dictionary and all it said was self-abuse. He said his dad's dictionary said it was self-pollution but he wondered if that was really pollination 'cause it also said semen was seed and that's what Vince had told them come was really called. That set me back a bit 'cause I remembered Alun had said it made babies so that was why it was called seed.
Then I said he was a clot 'cause all it meant was that when he shot stuff over his stomach in bed he had to wipe it off and that was pollution. Clever me to work that out! Anyway, I said Alun called it spunk although he had also said it was really called semen and it was seeds for making babies. He wanted to know more but our combined knowledge was minimal, we wondered where we could find out more. Then he said I was lucky having cousins who told me things as he didn't have any at all but would have to make up for the lack with Cleggy, Barnesy and me. Obviously the other two were involved in adventures at camp with him so I asked him what happened. He said he would give me all the details when there was time as it was getting late.
I grabbed him and wrestled him and rolled him over so we tumbled onto the floor and although I was smaller than him I managed to pin him down and lay on him belly to belly.
"Hey, Jacko, let me up, we'd better get dressed before Ma and Pa get home or there will be hell to pay!"
I gave him a bear hug and said wait till next time and we both got up. We each had the beginnings of another hardon. I must remember that word!. Oh well, it was getting late and after dressing I said I'd better be off and would see him at school in the morning.
"Keep off the old...," he made wanking movements with his right hand.
"I bet you won't," I replied, "I could feel you had a bit of a stiffy when I wrestled you down and you still had it when you put your pants on, Whacker!....."
He laughed, "Tell you in the morning, Jackoff!...
To be continued:
Previous stories of mine have been published on Nifty.
Spying on My Brothers: (45k: Incest Section: Apr 15 2000) Easter Rugger Tours (Dir: HS Section: Jun 10 2000) Jordan's Story (84k: HS Section: Jul 23 2000) Flip's Tale (Dir: HS Section: Apr 17 2002)
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