Easter Rugger Tours

(mast/oral/anal)

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. What follows is a fictionalised account of what might have happened.....in several instalments.......

Easter Rugger Tours - Before and After (-03)

By Joel

Chapter Three: The Next Year.

Paul came back with me after lunch and we had a long, long talk. I told him how I'd longed to be with him and he said he'd felt the same for me since I was thirteen and he was fifteen.

"All that time wasted," he said.

We made up for it that weekend. We spent a great deal of it in my bed with my happiest moment sucking on him for the first time until he came.

On the Wednesday after Easter Monday I had a letter from Frankie. He said he'd had a talk with Duncan and he now knew everything he should. There was a short note enclosed from Duncan who said he was Looking forward to coming soon'. Then, after a more than necessary gap, to see you!' I think I got the message! We continued to correspond all during the summer and I found that Greg was writing to Janice as well!

The Easter holidays were full of more enjoyment. We both had to swot for exams so we met at my house on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays and at his on Tuesday and Thursday mornings. Each day we worked hard until we couldn't remember any more then relaxed ourselves with a wank or a suck. Tuesday and Thursday afternoons I met up with Billy and Kish at Gerry's basement where we did more revision, listened to Billy telling of his prowess on the Tour and finishing with some variation of wanking, sucking or fucking. Saturdays the full group, or those who were available, met up at my house where my mother would supply sandwiches, cakes and lashings of tea. My parents approved of the three. Dad always referred to Billy as Bruiser Bill', even to his face which Billy always accepted good- naturedly. Billy's bulk and general demeanour belied a rather gentle streak in him and my father was a far less awe-inspiring figure than Billy's somewhat authoritarian father. Kish adored my Mum and I thought Kish's mother was lovely too. Mum always said he was Kish the Charmer' and they would often have little private chats in the kitchen much to my chagrin. Dad did refer once to `Gerry the Glamour Puss'. I wondered at the time if he had sensed Gerry's likings. In any case, as his mother owned two hair-dressing salons at the time, he always had his hair done in the latest fashion and his mother also paid up for rather lavish clothes for him. I know, as I came in for odd pullovers and shirts which he had got fed up with. If my parents went out we repaired to my bedroom for the usual mutual session, if not, we sauntered to Gerry's where we indulged ourselves vigorously until we exhausted ourselves. Quite often we slept over at his and had a repeat in the morning. His mother was a shadowy figure and any father never seemed to be around.

I was telling Paul about the previous day's session with the others one Friday. He was very quiet until the afternoon when he said he was feeling really horny. This was our usual signal but today he said very quietly that he wanted me to fuck him. This was my most cherished hope. I wanted it for both of us. I must admit that I muffed it a bit. He found some Vaseline and I greased him and made him well and ready. He said it was his first time and grinned and said I was obviously very well practised. I was so rampant at the thought of fucking my idol I had hardly got more than an inch into him when his muscles clamped on me and I shot my load, full stop. I apologised and he said better luck on Monday. Monday was perfect and so was every time after that. The summer term came and as he'd finished his exams he stayed at home quite a lot reading. I skived off cricket and we spent Thursday afternoons in bed fucking and sucking. He never seemed to want to fuck me, something I begged him to do. He did try it once during that time but said he much preferred me doing it to him and then sucking him off .

I don't know whether it was the relentless activity but my hormones went into overdrive from just after Easter. In a matter of a few weeks, as well as my legs sprouting a covering of black wiry hairs and finding I had to start shaving in earnest, my cock and balls also had another growth spurt. I was now a good inch longer than Billy and matched up exactly with Paul whose measurements I'd noted very carefully with a ruler one afternoon just after we returned from the Tour. Of course, the curse was, I developed a good set of spots and shaving in between often resulted in a bloody mess. Gerry was also having a raging hormone spell as well and he too was getting both taller and hairier. His spots were more pervasive even than mine and he was forever trying out new face washes and creams which had no effect. They usually made the crop even redder and much more noticeable. His cock was also inching forward at a steady rate and was almost the same length as mine. Billy, on the other hand, was getting an appreciable increase in girth. Gerry kept careful note of all these changes in each of us and, being the biologist he was, made graphs of change over time much to our and Kish's amusement. Kish, too, was also measured and charted regularly. His wiry prick was lengthening more but didn't seem to thicken much. This was no worry to him or us. Especially us, as he generally fucked both of us on the frequent after school meetings in Gerry's basement.

Poor Kish. He said he looked on Gerry's basement as being his haven of rest. We said he never rested much while there and we didn't either. His problem also was a very strict and hardworking father who expected Kish not only to do well at school but to help in the shop and tutor his twelve-year-old brother who was also at our school but was, according to Kish, a lazy little sod.. As Kish had to sleep in the same room as Varun he said he was glad of our friendship as he daren't toss off in bed because of his brother who was always telling tales to his father and was a nosy little tyke as well. Apparently, he was always trying to take a peek at Kish when he was dressing or undressing. We both told him he should give the lad six good inches up his butt but Kish said he'd scream the house down. A very heavily acned and thick-cocked Billy Hall didn't join in very much now during the week as he was also kept with his nose to the grindstone by his staunchly Methodist father. His mother had found a couple of raunchy mags under Bill's mattress so he was kept on a short leash in case he impregnated any of the local girls' school inmates, although his excursions to my house or Gerry's on Saturdays were seen as entirely innocent. Needless to say he was also full of spunk during the week which we knew he spilled regularly in the bogs at lunch-times and he also managed to work out his frustrations by being a very zealous sub-prefect. Woe betide any third-former who crossed Billy's path when Billy was itching for another wank. As this was within five minutes of the last one, woe betide any third-former who....

So were my friends also developing.

During the summer half term we had the visit of the French lads. I was in for a surprise. I hadn't bothered to read the letter from school so when Mum announced that we would have two visitors I was a bit taken aback. Jean-Pierre was going to be accompanied by his now fourteen-year-old brother Albert. I hadn't met Albert before as he was always shipped off to his grandmother's for the duration of my stay. My room had another put-you-up bed installed ready for the invasion. Albert was the spitting image of Jean-Pierre when he was fourteen. And God, wasn't he horny. The first night the French onslaught began as he had been primed by his equally horny brother. We sucked and wanked each other all night. I don't know how we managed to get out of bed the next day and I don't know how we managed to find the energy for more sucking and wanking the next night having spent the afternoon in Gerry's basement sucking and wanking with his French friend, Georges, and Kish as well. All six of us came at least three times in the space of two hours and my poor sore dick was put through it's paces two or three times every night and often twice during the day during the week of their stay.

As he'd got into Cambridge Paul's father gave him and his best friend Brian Masters a joint holiday on a Greek island during the first two weeks of August. At the last moment Brian couldn't go because he had food poisoning so I went instead. I don't know what the owners of the hotel thought of two English boys who went to bed every night at nine o'clock and didn't get up until late and then retired for a siesta in the afternoon! We did get sun-tanned as Paul said we couldn't possibly go home pale and wan, but we spent as much time exploring and experiencing each other's bodies as we could. It was during this holiday that Paul began to fuck me almost as much as I fucked him.

When we got home there were more celebrations as both of us had done extremely well in our exams. Paul was offered a further scholarship and Dad said as soon as I was seventeen I could have driving lessons. I then went off to France immediately and experienced two weeks in the South of France with Jean-Pierre and Albert at their grandmother's lovely house. The first night we just wanked and sucked but after that we fucked each other solid for the rest of the time. That extra element was added right from the second day. We had decided to bake ourselves brown by roaming off into the countryside each day then stripping off completely.

As we lay naked in the grass that first morning idly stroking each other's rigid shafts Jean- Pierre proudly told me that he was shagging Albert regularly every night and he wanted to share him with me. Albert grinned and nodded enthusiastically as Jean-Pierre told me this. We waited until that night before I had my first go, and, as Albert sucked on his brother, I impaled him, to my amazement, quite easily on my now not inconsiderable length. After that Albert couldn't get enough of my cock. His was the first young arse I had savoured and although we both let him do it to us whenever he wanted he preferred us doing it to him - at least four times between us every day, either in the sunshine or on the sheepskins on the bedroom floor. In fact, as Jean-Pierre demonstrated Albert also liked having his ring licked and probed. I wasn't too keen on doing that but after the pair of them had done it to me in conjunction with one of them sucking and licking my cock and balls at the same time I lubricated both of them that way each time before shagging them.

On the Thursday of the first week we three were exploring the hills a bit further up from their grandmother's and, as usual, had stripped off completely to get an all-over tan. Jean-Pierre pointed out a rather dilapidated barn up the track and recounted how he'd spied on a young lad who was looking after a herd of goats the previous summer. This lad had left his goats and gone into the barn and Jean-Pierre said he'd crept up and looked through a broken bit of the wall and saw the kid with his shorts round his ankles having a wank.

He said he didn't do anything but watch, then with a grin said, "I had to do it after, as well."

It was strange because just as we were laughing at his story we heard the clanking sound of goat bells. We lay flat in the grass as a herd of goats appeared followed by a very tanned boy of about fifteen or so clad only in shorts and sandals. Jean-Pierre grinned and nodded his head so we knew it was the same lad. The boy looked around then strode up the short track to the ruined barn and went in. Jean-Pierre mouthed, "Come on" and began to creep, almost on all fours, in the grass beside the track. The goats took no notice. As we reached the barn Jean-Pierre stood up and peeped in the doorway. He signalled to us that we should stand up and the three of us nude boys walked in. The lad had kicked off his shorts and was standing intently fisting his rigid shaft. Jean-Pierre said "Hello" and the kid turned round open- mouthed. He saw we were all naked and, of course, both I and Albert were going hard rapidly. The lad smiled.

He dropped hold of his cock and said, "Hello, I'm Armand".

He looked straight at Jean-Pierre and said "I saw you last year watching me having a wank. I followed you afterwards and saw you do the same just down there."

Poor old Jean-Pierre. Albert and I burst out laughing and so did Jean-Pierre. We all introduced ourselves and the boy complimented me on my French. He said he helped his father during the summer while he was on holiday from his Lycée and he was nearly sixteen and would be doing his baccalaureate the next year. To cut a long story short he tossed the three of us off and Albert and I wanked him that afternoon and we arranged to meet him the next day when we repeated the session. We met him every day after that, barring Sunday, until the end of our stay and tried out various combinations - not in the barn but in a rather nice grassy dell - until on the last afternoon he insisted that all three of us should shag him and all three of us sucked him off in reciprocation.

The first things Gerry remarked on after I got back from that whole month of wonderful sex was that my legs were now even more covered in black hair, my ever ready cock was now almost an inch longer than his and, finally, I was as brown all over as Kish. Kish and I compared each other's brownness and we agreed there was little between us. I heard also that Kish and Billy had been exercising avidly with Gerry in my absence as both their fathers had relented a bit over working them so hard and all three of them had also done well in their exams.

There was a pile of post for me when I eventually got home. Gareth in Wales sent his best wishes and hoped to see me when I was `available', as he put it, as he and Llew had missed my chatter and input, changed to output. Dirty sod! So Llew had been on holiday with him! Three letters from Frankie detailed how he and his brothers were getting on.

I asked Mum if Frankie could come and stay on his way to take up his place at Bristol. That worked out well as he came up early and stayed the week Mum and Dad went off on holiday at the beginning of September and I'd started back at school again. I introduced him to Gerry and Kish who had joined me and Billy in the First Year Sixth and we managed a few sex sessions together which really delighted Frankie who turned out to be almost more horny than us!

I was very sad when Paul went off to Cambridge at the beginning of October as I hadn't seen much of him over the rest of the summer as he got a job in London to help pay his way as he said he didn't want to be a burden on his father. However, we did celebrate his going with a really intense afternoon up in my room when no one else was home and I'd skived off school complaining of stomach ache. Both of us ached elsewhere after that session!

Before he went off to Cambridge I got my permanent place in the First XV and he was so pleased when I kicked two penalties to win our first game of the term. After that game, while down in the cellar, Gerry confided in me than he really liked boys so I was able to tell him about me and Paul as well. We still had a wank or a suck or a fuck with the other two but my sessions with Gerry became more and more intense and we spent a lot of time in each other's company. As I was doing Physics with Pure and Applied Maths and he was doing Biology with Physics and Chemistry being together so much was not at all strange to our schoolmates.

Frankie came and stayed during his first term reading week and as it coincided with my half- term and his brother Duncan's he also came and stayed. As well as exploring London we helped Duncan explore himself and us. Frankie had initiated him into the joys of mutual masturbation after Easter. Duncan was now the typical teenager having just turned thirteen and was as randy as I was at that age so he continually wanted us to toss him off to experience the delights of cumming. His climaxes were still dry but on the Thursday night I was rubbing his growing young cock for the third time and was doing it very fast and hard when he almost had a seizure and then a few drops of watery fluid spurted from his slit. There was no stopping him after that and he demanded to be wanked off almost continuously for the next three hours. I lost count of the number of times he went rigid all over but he didn't produce any more spunk until the next day. We then had to watch every time he came to see if there was any more. It became a real ritual and by the time he went home he'd produced about ten spots of thin spunk but was over the moon. In his Christmas card to me was a small piece of folded loo paper which was all gummed together. There was a separate note recounting the joy he now felt as he was producing much more and he was sending me the results of his last wank! I was very glad I was able to open that card in the privacy of my bedroom!

I was still a fervent Scout and Monday and Friday nights were still a source of further sexual outlet. As a Patrol Leader there were numerous opportunities for one-to-one tuition of the younger members for their various badges with their young members and mine being examined as well. I was always amazed that every boy I came in any contact with was fixated on the object between his legs. One or two seemed, at first, reluctant to admit their daily activities but those with older brothers or cousins were always ready and willing. Once you got them talking one heard quite incredible stories of the frequency of the older lads and how some of them got themselves off. One lad kept us spellbound on a camping trip describing how his eighteen-year-old brother often tossed himself off while lying with his legs up the bedroom wall so his spunk squirted into his mouth. Unfortunately we couldn't try it ourselves in the tent because of the canvas walls and when I tried it at home I nearly passed out because of the rush of blood to my head! With the reluctants a quiet word with a couple of other lads who would then, rather openly, display their talents, was enough. As they watched the performance a hand massaging the front of their shorts was all that was needed. It never failed!

Billy and I were asked if we would help to coach the third years' Rugby team. Kish's brother Varun was in it and I now had a devoted follower and slave. He would wait outside our changing room on Tuesdays and insist he carried the rugby balls out on the pitch and after practice trotted behind me carrying them back. Kish told me that I was a great topic of conversation every bedtime. Then, just before Christmas, Kish joined Gerry and me in the cellar after school one day and recounted how he'd caught Varun at the weekend in the storeroom at the shop having a wank. The boy was very embarrassed and Kish said he'd really laid it on thick that night as they were getting ready for bed telling the lad he would tell me what an evil, dirty child he was. The poor kid blubbed until Kish told him to shut up and keep quiet, then held him down and stripped him. The kid started to howl again but Kish said he grabbed the lad's bollocks and told him if he made another sound he'd squeeze them tight. He said the lad was quite well-developed for his age and he found out by questioning him between his sobs he'd been experimenting during the Summer holiday with a friend in the same form and they'd both discovered within a week of each other that they could come properly. Kish said that by then Varun had twigged that he, Kish, of course, must know all about it and, anyway he was trying not to laugh as he cross-questioned his young brother. In the end Kish said to him that he'd better give him some real instruction so he stripped off as well and he and Varun were now spunk brothers as well. We wanted to know if Varun needed any further instruction but Kish said I was still his secret weapon and would use telling me as the ultimate sanction for a while.

I reached my seventeenth birthday in January and one of my presents was the series of driving lessons as promised. My father also paid for me to take the terrible trio, as Dad called them, out to a local restaurant for a meal on the Saturday evening. Before that, after our usual First Fifteen match, Gerry, Kish and Billy and I were in Gerry's cellar when they insisted I had to fuck each of them in turn. In true friendship each fucked me as well. By the time I had to go home to get ready for the evening out I could hardly walk, blaming my limp, tiredness and staggering gait to my concerned mother on mythical injuries from the game. As my parents were out till late the three of them came back after the meal and slept variously in my bed and on the spare bed, of course, only after another round of fucking and sucking.

Young Varun crossed my path of adoration again at the beginning of February.

I happened to be taking a short cut through the lower school changing-rooms after break one morning when I heard a scuffle going on and a sudden loud yelp from a young throat. Being a good Prefect I investigated and saw two of the nastier Fourth-Formers holding Varun against the wire netting stretched below the coat-hangers. Varun was clad only in his gym shorts and vest.

Just as I approached I heard one of the oafs say "This is what Paki bastards get!" as he belted Varun straight in the bollocks. There was another, even louder yelp and the two didn't realise I was behind them until I said, "OK you two, drop him!" This happened immediately and Varun fell to the bench below and sat clutching his goolies and whimpering. The two Fourth-Formers looked as if they were going to try and bluster their way out of it and one was ready to scarper. I fixed them with as stern an eye as I could muster and rather shame- facedly their heads bowed . I let them stew for a few moments until Varun had recovered. When he looked a bit less tearful I told him to go on to his gym class. As he stood up rather awkwardly he looked up at me and I winked at him. He walked off head up and disappeared into the corridor. I turned to the two miscreants who still had their heads down. I told them sternly they were wrong on two counts, firstly, Sharma wasn't a Paki he was Indian and a British subject and, secondly, he wasn't a bastard as I knew his father and mother very well. I asked them did they know his older brother was in the Sixth Form with me and was in the First XV with me? They both shook their heads. I asked them should I tell the members of the First XV what they had said about the brother of one of their members? In fact, I said, if I told them what I had seen them doing to young Sharma I didn't think they would be able to indulge in their nightly and joint activities as they would end up without a functioning bollock between them. This was a shot in the dark which hit home as both went bright red and, as I stood and waited, I could see both tough guys were very close to tears.

Then I had a brainwave. Both were quite stocky and might be useful on the field. I asked them if they had rugger that afternoon. One of them nodded. I told them to report to the Upper School changing-room immediately they came off the field in their rugger kit carrying their clothes and towels. One murmured something. I told him very sharply to speak up. He said they couldn't as they were both in detention. I thought as much as I remembered one of the other prefects pointing them out as being trouble-makers. I found out that one of the maths teachers, Dr Jackson, had put them in for misbehaviour already that morning. As Dr Jackson was my maths tutor and I was on my way to see him just then for an extra tutorial I knew him very well. I told them unless they heard anything else to report as I had said and they would be very lucky I didn't report what I'd seen. I nodded my head and they disappeared like greased lightning. I told Dr Jackson the full story and he smiled and agreed and said he hoped I would be doing everyone a public service.

At the end of school that afternoon I came out of the Senior changing-room behind the rest of the First XV squad and found the two Fourth Formers standing outside in their kit with their bundles. I had already told a few of the team two youngsters were going to join in without telling them the reason. I told the pair to go in and put their clothes next to mine on the pegs and then to follow me onto the pitch. As I was the permanent number fifteen I practised with all the backs, including Kish. Well, I made sure the two youngsters had to run, catch and pass the ball continuously to us much bigger and heftier hulks. Then we practised tackling. I passed the ball to one of them and Kish caught him with a tremendous tackle which brought him down in a choice piece of mud. The other one didn't escape in the next set of passes and he too was flattened, also by Kish. By the end of our three-quarters of an hour practice I don't think the pair had had a chance to stop and breathe. They were covered in mud but as we all trooped off in the gloom they kept exchanging glances with each other and I could see they had really enjoyed themselves. A couple of the older and bigger forwards wanted to know why the squits were in the changing room. I said it was an experiment which satisfied them.

I made the pair strip off with the rest of us, which they did rather hesitantly, and then shepherded them into the showers where the rest of the squad were gathering.

For Fourth Formers they weren't all that well-developed and I saw them looking furtively at some of the equipment on display on the older lads. I herded them under the same shower that Kish and I usually shared with Billy Hall. I could see they were on tenterhooks in case I said something to Kish. I let them stew until they had become mud-free and clean again. They were pinned in the middle of us three bigger lads as the water cascaded down. Kish turned it off.

I asked the taller one, "Noticed anything different between Kish and me?"

The boy blushed and shook his head. Billy asked me what I meant.

"Let him tell you," I said.

I must say the lad was brave. He turned to Kish and told him what they had done to his brother and what I had seen and they were very sorry. The other lad was nodding all the time and blushing even more because he had also begun to get a hardon. I gripped his hand as he put it down to cover it. Kish looked at me over the head of the lad who had apologised and I winked at him. Billy, who was now Vice-Captain of the First XV, had listened very carefully and chimed in that if he ever heard of them doing anything like that again he'd personally remove their bollocks but that if they wanted to train with the First Fifteen they were to behave and be outside the changing-rooms next Thursday same time. Looks of great relief flooded over their faces and then both said, "Oh yes please" and we could see they really wanted to. By this time most of the rest of the squad were standing listening in and as the lads walked out of the shower they received quite a few half-heavy whacks on their backsides as gentle reminders. Kish walked behind them and put his arms round their shoulders.

"If you're OK then I am, but you'd better tell my brother as well you're sorry. He'll be waiting outside for me."

Kish told me the next day my stock has risen even further with young Varun. After hearing his side of the story and how I had intervened he'd inspected Varun's goolies and, given the amount of spunk he said Varun shot that night, no evident damage had been done. Dr Jackson remarked the next week that Smye and Mee seemed to have settled down to work and they joined in training enthusiastically for the rest of the term.

Chapter Four: The Second Easter Tour

My second Easter Tour came and I renewed my acquaintance with Gareth, this time in the company of a very horny fifth-former, David Richards, and visited Frankie, home on vacation, with a second, even more randy, fifth-former, Charley Fawcett. Charley had a chunky body, dark brown eyes and an infectious smile and was the quintessential sixteen- year-old. Full of hormones and having an almost insatiable appetite for wanking and a near inexhaustible supply of spunk. As I got to know him better over the next few months he also became insatiable over other techniques.

Frankie's young brother Duncan was also now squirting copiously at every opportunity according to Frankie, even more than when he had stayed with me the previous Autumn Term. In fact, he insisted on giving us a demonstration of his prowess when he brought the tea in to us in the morning. As soon as he had set the tray down on the chest of drawers he said "Watch this!", dropped his pyjama trousers and fisted his now grown length very vigorously. He had somehow managed to get his younger brother David to stay out of the way for the less than two minutes it took him to come! We three were hunched up in Frankie's bed as Duncan got into the well-known boys' routine. Frankie sensed when Duncan was getting near his climax and pulled the covers off us just before the little sod shot his load. Drops landed on all three of us. Duncan panted a bit with his exertion and then pointed at us with his sticky juice on our thighs and laughed. Frankie reached out, grabbed and told him, "Lick it all up!" Obediently he lapped up the cum from Frankie's thigh, then off Charley in the middle and, finally, came round the other side to me and licked up the single drop which had shot as far as me. As he bent over me with his tongue out I put my hand behind him and stuck my second finger against his pucker.

He came up looking a bit startled, then grinned and said, "That was nice."

Something for the future I thought. He had just pulled up his pyjamas when David knocked at the door.

Frankie growled, "Come in!" and David peeped round the door. He was intrigued at the sight of the three of us in bed and Duncan with a rather red face as well after his efforts. I thought, sod it!, and rolled off the edge of the bed. I had a really good hardon which the two youngsters eyed, David almost open-mouthed. I pulled Charley out of bed. He was much shorter than me, but very stocky. He had a shortish prick but it was thick and it was also, like mine, standing at attention, his knob-end protruding slightly from his heavy foreskin. That only left Frankie. I nudged Charley and we leaned over the bed and rolled him off the edge the other side. He came up, brandishing a fist at us in mock belligerence.

"You bastards, if I'd've fallen on this the fucker might have snapped off!"

His cock was also at full stretch. David stared hard then piped up, very reminiscent of my previous visit and what Duncan had said that time.

"I'll tell Mum you used two of those words!"

"Sneak," said Duncan grabbing his younger brother. "Don't you ever dare tell on Frankie!" he admonished him fiercely.

"Huh!", riposted David, quite unabashed, "And I'll tell her you were wanking last night!"

Duncan went even redder than before. The three of us older ones laughed.

"How do you know about that? Who told you that word?" Duncan demanded shaking his smaller brother.

Frankie put out a restraining hand separating the two boys. "Tell me," he said to David.

David looked up at him with his innocent blue eyes wide open. "He does it every night, he makes the bed shake and I didn't know why so I asked Bernard weeks ago."

"You mean Bernard Fields, Johnnie's brother?"

"Yes, he said that Johnnie wanks every night and he'd shown him and he squirted some white stuff. I know he squirts white stuff," David said, pointing at Duncan, "'Cause I saw him in the bathroom rubbing his thing after school one afternoon and it squirted out the end and I hid so he didn't know I was there and when I went in there was stuff still on the tiles."

Charley and I were almost in fits. I moved over to Duncan and put my hand inside his pyjama bottoms and held his prick. It was limp and rather sticky. He wriggled against me and his prick got a bit firmer.

"Who are they?" I asked, "Bernard and Johnnie?"

"Oh," said Frankie, "They live down the road. Bernard's in the same class as David and Johnnie's in our Fourth Year. We've known them for years. In fact, Johnnie's Captain of our Junior Rugger team."

David moved over to Charley and stood by his side looking up at him.

"I can't make white stuff, I've tried ever so many times. Can you?"

Why he'd picked on Charley I don't know but Charley stood the test. As I laughed inwardly I massaged Duncan's cock which was becoming increasingly rigid.

Charley looked down at David and said with an absolutely straight face, "Of course, I do, David. All boys when they grow can shoot white stuff. You will soon I expect."

I realised Duncan wasn't too far off another climax. I put my other arm across his chest and quickly pulled the cord on his pyjamas so they dropped to the floor.

"Look David, just like this!"

The three boys watched as I speeded up my grip on Duncan's cock. He was leaning back a bit then bucked his hips and fired quite a wad onto the bed and it's bottom sheet. He opened his eyes and looked up at me, all round-eyed.

"That was lovely. Thanks Jamie."

I held him tight. "Now, you look after David, won't you?" I said hugging him to me, "Promise?"

He smiled and nodded. I let go and he pulled his pyjamas up for the second time, went over to David, took his hand and left the room.

We three big 'uns looked at each other, all grinning broadly.

Charley pointed at the tiny spreading drops of spunk on the bottom sheet, "Your mum'll think it's yours, eh?"

Frankie grinned, "Won't be the first time! Actually that looks a bit like my first time, not much but it was my best at the time!" He turned to me. "You did a good job there, Jamie, took him in hand, so to speak, eh?"

We laughed but I was not going to be able to last out much longer.

"Fuck the game!" I said, reaching for the towel on the bedside chair and chucking it over the spunk-stained sheet.

I grabbed Charley's prick and wanked him hard 'til he came quite quickly with a small fountain of spunk. Frankie then grabbed mine and it wasn't long until my load shot from my knob-end. Charley was already holding Frankie's shaft and the third wad was deposited to join the others. Needless to say both Charley and I ran with undiminished vigour all over the field that afternoon against the Public School, with Charley scoring a lovely try while I kicked the conversion easily.

Our visit to the Catholic Public School was even more interesting than the previous year. After winning quite easily against a very mediocre and not very weighty side we had the usual filling meal. Our squad had all retired to our beds just as the lights went out after our traditional cock-kissing and circle-jerk when the door to the dormitory opened slowly and the whole of their First Fifteen and reserves crept in silently and slipped into bed with us. Whether by accident or design young Sean, now in their Fifth Year and a reserve scrum half, found me and we spent the whole night together wanking and sucking and repelling any other wanton boarders. From the conversation in the bus on the way home whatever their lot lacked on the field they certainly made up in wantonness! I was able to confirm the others' tales by my night of almost continuous climaxing with Sean. I was sucked off for the fifth time at six o'clock and so had about an hour's sleep before the wake-up bell rang at seven. I sat next to Billy who whispered he'd never felt so shagged out and we both slept solidly until the bus drew up outside our school.

Chapter Five: How the Next Year Went

I wrote my thank-you letters and towards the end of Easter week I had a letter from Frankie. He said the night we left he supervised the younger lads' bath and nothing was said about the morning's adventures. A bit later he crept along to their room and the door was just ajar. He said they were both in the bottom bunk and he heard Duncan giving David a straight down the line sex lesson which was followed by both boys pulling each other's pud. He heard David's gasp of astonishment when Duncan's load splashed over him. He also heard David's whimpers of joy as he had two dry cums in succession. On Easter Saturday, Frankie said his peace was shattered soon after he got into bed as the two youngsters slunk stealthily into his room and his bed where he was then used as an anatomical exhibit by Duncan to demonstrate the superior wad-making and firing power of an older boy! I wrote back pointing out that I expected his anatomy was examined first of all but it was his physiological processes which the boys had watched in action!!

Frankie came to stay for two nights before he went back to Bristol for the Summer Term. The first night in bed he said he was going to make me physiologically inactive for the next day. He didn't quite manage it but I was pretty shattered after his ministrations. He met Paul who hadn't yet gone back to Cambridge. The second night after we had kissed, sucked and fucked each other a couple of times and felt rather exhausted we lay back in my bed just holding hands.

"You really love Paul, don't you?" he asked.

I said I did and that I'd adored him as far back as I had known him.

"He loves you too," Frankie said, "He asked me this afternoon how I felt about you and he said he could never be jealous as he wanted the best for you always."

While I lay digesting this he continued, "I love you too but I've met someone at Bristol who is just like your Paul with you. He's in his Second year this year and we do love each other very much." He squeezed my hand. "We're going to share a flat next year and you'll have to come and see us. His name's Tom and he's reading Music and he wants to meet you too."

Both of the fifth-years, David and Charley, became firm friends and joined Gerry and us others at times for further explorations which were enhanced even more with the visit of Jean-Pierre and Albert at summer half-term. I was able to arrange that Sean and Aidan could came and stay with me for the whole of their summer holiday as their parents were still abroad. As my room was pretty big we moved a single bed in as well but almost all the time we slept as a threesome in my double-bed and just rumpled the other in case mum thought of entering my sanctum. I was rather amused when tidying the bed on the second morning to find a collection of discarded black and ginger pubic hairs on the bottom sheet after our rather hectic session the night before. A good job it was my task to make my bed each day as there were other tell-tale signs as the week progressed before I changed the sheets.

Aidan, Sean and I went off to France to stay with the French lads at their grandmother's house for two weeks in August. So, what with the Irish, the French and me, the English, in that house all at once there was some heavy rivalry in all sorts of comparisons. I, the solitary Englishman, had over the past year overtaken both Jean-Pierre and Aidan on one important aspect of growth and won easily now on length of prick and also, as before, on amount of cum produced but the others all had individual attributes of an impressive nature. Young Sean came the quickest every time, young Albert came the most daily - a spectacular six times two days in a row -, Aidan had the biggest and hairiest balls, but we were all beaten soundly in the distance competition by Jean-Pierre who shot a foot more than even my best ever. We awarded him an imitation gold medal in the Wanking Olympics for that tremendous squirt! We met up again with Armand, the goat-boy, now seventeen and quite grown. Our afternoon hour each day with him now meant there were six of us in full heat and wanting satisfaction. He didn't disappoint us and we certainly didn't disappoint him!

On the Monday before my final school year started there was a 'phone call from the Head Beak's secretary. Would I be available to see Dr Morris the next day at two o'clock? I said I would, wondering what on earth I had done wrong. The Headmaster was a rather aloof figure and one was rarely sent for unless in dire trouble. I cycled to school and was standing outside the Head's study at the appointed time. I knocked and entered. Dr Morris wanted to know what sort of summer I'd had and having heard that I had been to France started to speak in French and was quite pleased with my responses. He then said I had done extremely well in the end of term exams and he had spoken to the maths tutor at one of the Cambridge colleges and arranged an interview for me in October. Then came the bombshell! He said would I accept the position of Head Boy. I stared somewhat goggle-eyed. I fully expected one of the Third-Year Sixths to have got it. But no, the staff had decided I should be asked. He said that Kish and Gerry would be my deputies as joint Head Prefects and other than prefects he and the staff had chosen I could choose the sub-Prefects as I wished. He handed me a list and I saw that both Charley Fawcett and David White were on it as full Prefects. I thanked him profusely and then I saw the twinkle in his eye - he certainly wasn't the aloof figure now. He said he'd heard I'd had a good influence on Mee and Smye. Such a good influence that both had done well in their end of term exams and were being put in the fast stream for their Fifth Year. He shook hands and I left the room in a daze.

I was in rather a trance as I walked along the corridor towards the changing-rooms and the usual way out to the bike-sheds. A burly figure came rushing out of the door as I turned in. It was Billy. He had the most incredible grin on his face. He saw me and, although I was three inches taller than him and quite hefty, he picked me and swung me round, then kissed me full on the lips. Luckily there was no one about!

"Oh, Jamie," he burbled, "I'm to be fucking Captain of Rugby. Just seen Podger and he's given me the news!"

Podger was our secret nickname for the Rugger master, the rather menacing hulk whom I had got to know as a superb teacher and trainer. Billy was almost dancing with joy.

"He said I could have whoever I liked for Vice-Captain, what about Charley?" he asked.

I nodded and murmured "I suppose so."

Then he looked quizzically at me.

"Why are you here?" he demanded.

"I've just been to see the Boss, I'm to be Head Boy!" I said quietly, savouring every word.

Billy grabbed me again and landed me a really smacking kiss this time.

"Oh, Jamie, congratulations, wonderful fucking news!"

I kissed him back and said, with equal feeling, "Same to you, Billy, I'm so proud for you!"

We broke apart. He gripped me by the arm.

"Come on, let's go and tell Gerry the news."

On the way I filled him in with the rest of what the Head had said - that Kish and Gerry were to be my deputies and also about Smye and Mee's change of behaviour and luck. Billy said he was sure Charley would be a fucking good Vice-Captain and I agreed. Although Billy was a good Methodist, but not so rigid as his father, his language at times was a bit ripe, never more so than on the field when telling the scrum to get their `fucking heads down and fucking puu..sh!' I assumed he just used that language when he was excited.

And, boy, he was excited now! By the time we'd got through all this and he'd calmed down a bit we'd arrived at Gerry's. As we parked our bikes round the side of the house Billy pointed at a bike already there.

"That's Charley's, isn't it?"

I nodded and whispered that we'd go in quietly. By this time in our friendship Gerry had issued Billy, Kish and me with our own Yale keys to the door into the basement. I quietly opened the door and we went into the small, separate hall. There were low lights on in the main room as the curtains were drawn and a record was playing rather more quietly than normal. We went through into the main room but there was no one there. Then we heard sounds from the back of the room where Gerry had his bedroom. There were unmistakable sounds of grunting and exertion. We crept forward stealthily until we could peek through the half-open door. The sounds were getting louder and as we stepped into the room there was Charley lying on his back on the bed with his legs over Gerry's shoulders with Gerry thrusting his cock back and forth in Charley's arse. Both were quite oblivious to our entry. Charley had his eyes tight shut and his mouth was open and he was grunting and urging Gerry to fuck him hard. Gerry's breath was whistling through his nose as he had his mouth tight shut and he was staring fixedly at the body beneath him.

Without a word and as silently as possible Billy and I shucked off all our clothes and stood and watched as Gerry started to increase his in and out movements and then yelped loudly as he climaxed. He steadied himself over Charley and grabbed his cock and in moments we were rewarded with the sight of Charley's load splashing up over his chest

Billy and I clapped. The pair couldn't really move as Charley was still impaled on Gerry's prick.

"Christ Almighty, I might have known you'd turn up!" Gerry panted.

Charley was too far into the aftermath of sexual exertion to be able to say anything but he did smile weakly. I, for one, didn't know Gerry was in the habit of ploughing young Charley.

"Good show boys," said Billy, almost avuncular in his tone. "Congratulations to the pair of you, a fucking good show, if I might say so. But we bring you glad tidings, to you, Gerry, as Joint Head Prefect and to you, Charley, as Vice-Captain of Rugger as well as a Prefect!" He paused while both boys looked at him open-mouthed. "And, when you prise yourselves apart," he said even more portentously, pointing at me, "This is your new Head Boy and I..." Here he grabbed at Gerry's shoulders and started to pull him off Charley and almost shouted with glee, "....And I'm the new fucking Captain of Rugby and I'm going to fuck my new fucking Vice-Captain!"

Billy's hefty tool was now rampantly rigid. Gerry slid off the bed and Billy took his place.

"Are you ready lad?" he asked a seraphically smiling Charley.

"Oh, please Cap, fuck me really hard!"

Billy grabbed the hand lotion on the bedside table and liberally applied it to his pole. He knelt nearer to Charley, leaned down and bestowed a kiss on his lips. They stayed glued like that for almost a minute until Charley bent his legs right up and Billy stationed his knob end right on Charley's just open pucker. With about three pushes and accompanying whimpers from Charley, Billy was completely accommodated inside Charley. They lay still as Charley's own tool began to lengthen and harden. Then Billy started a gentle movement with just an inch or two of his cock emerging from Charley's hole. He kept this movement up for about two minutes then sunk down on Charley with a great sigh.

"You've sucked the spunk out of me that time," he murmured, "That was great!"

He extracted his still hard cock from Charley who looked over to me and smiled and said. "I want you as well, Jamie. Celebrate with me, please." I did.

We washed up and dressed and sat and went over the news a dozen times. In the end I said I'd better get home and 'phone Kish and tell him and also call in on Dave White who lived not far from me with his news. Both were over the moon. Then when I told Dad he immediately said I could take my friends to the best restaurant in the district on Wednesday to celebrate. I made up the guest list: Paul, of course, who'd been to America the whole summer on a debating tour and had only just arrived back, my three old friends Billy, Kish, Gerry, and finally, the two new friends, Charley and Dave. We had a marvellous evening at the Italian restaurant and went through the menu. Even Billy could eat no more! What a way to start the new school year!

The first day back at school was very hectic. As Head Boy I had to organise the new Prefects' lists of duties and appoint the Sub-Prefects with Gerry and Kish's advice. There was a note from Dr Morris saying that as the school was increasing in size I could appoint eight Subs instead of the usual six. There had always been a bit of friction because more Subs usually came from the fast stream Fifth Year. I decided on four and four, equally divided between the two streams. In fact, I put Mee and Smye down on the list although they had only just gone into the fast stream. A few eyebrows were raised but after the first couple of days everything worked smoothly and by the middle of the term they were even more changed characters.

While I had been away mum had tidied my room and had made a heap of out-grown clothes. She wanted to know what I wanted to do with them especially old sports clothing. There were rugger shorts and shirts as well as gym and running shorts plus the old jock-strap Paul had given me. I had graduated to a new one as I had grown quite a bit over the year. I thought of Varun and asked Kish if he would like my cast-offs. He grinned and said he would be delighted as it was his fourteenth birthday the next Monday. I invited Kish and Varun to tea on Saturday as a pre-birthday celebration. As it was the first Saturday of term we didn't have a game and I knew Billy and Gerry were doing other things. Mum and Dad were going out as usual so they didn't join us for tea as they were having a Masonic Dinner so we scoffed all the laid-out goodies and said cheerio about seven.

Varun seemed a bit overawed at first and listened as I told them about my trip to France - at least without the interesting bits. After my parents went off I told Varun I'd got some things for him upstairs so we three trooped up to my room. He was over the moon to think he was going to have my things. He said he'd always had Kish's but he wouldn't mind more. I pointed out a pair of rugger shorts and a shirt which I thought would fit him and said he could have the gym shorts and running shorts as well. Lastly, I picked up the jock-strap and said it had been Paul's and explained how I had got it and told him if he was to have it he had to promise to get a place in the First XV like Kish and me. I also added he could only have it if it fitted. He looked over at Kish who said very solemnly he'd better try the things on to see if they did fit. He rather shyly took his shoes off. Kish said he'd better try the shirt first so he took his jacket off slowly and undid the buttons on his shirt looking at Kish all the time.

"Come on, slow-coach," Kish said, reaching out and unhooking the shirt from the boy's shoulders.

I noticed as Varun reached out for the shirt on the bed he had a small tuft of black hair in his arm-pit. The shirt was a good fit.

"Come on," Kish reiterated, "Get your trousers off!"

Varun undid his trousers and stepped out of them.

"If you want the jock-strap you'll have to take your pants off as well," said Kish.

Varun hesitated, looked at the jock-strap, then at his brother and hoiked down his pants and stepped out of them. For a kid just on fourteen he had a nice-sized cock which drooped down below the hem of the shirt and his balls were a fair size as well and hung quite loose. Just as I remembered his brother at that age. Varun bent over and reached for the jock-strap.

Kish said, "Let me help you."

He took the jock-strap from the boy and pulled up the shirt as Varun stepped into the elastic thongs. I could then see he also had quite a bush of jet black hair haloed round his cock. Kish pulled the waistband up the boy's legs and fitted it round his very trim stomach. It was slightly too big for him, but no matter as his young balls and prick settled well in the pouch. Kish twisted him round so he could see himself in my full-length wardrobe mirror. Oh, ho! As he looked at himself I could see his prick stirring, then becoming stiffer. He looked up at Kish's reflection in the mirror then at mine. I just grinned at him and winked.

"Nothing new," I said, "It happens to all of us, all the time, doesn't it Kish?"

"Too true!" said his brother who then grabbed at the rapidly expanding rod, "He's quite big for his age, too, don't you think?. Want to have a look?"

Varun tried to prise himself from Kish's grip but Kish deftly yanked down the waistband leaving Varun's solid young phallus exposed. The kid didn't know what to do. Kish just pulled down on the rigid shaft about four or five times and the kid gasped and shot his load. Luckily, all over a white gym vest on the bed.

"Bit premature, isn't he?" said Kish laughing, "But the little sod's been primed up all afternoon. He had a hardon all through tea, didn't you?"

He tweaked Varun's ear. Poor Varun, he looked quite bewildered for a moment. He stared at me looking as if he wanted to run for cover.

"Crumbs, Varun," I said, "I've never come as quick as that! My quickest must be about thirty strokes."

Varun's jaw dropped. He still hadn't said a word.

"And your brother takes ages sometimes, eh, Kish?"

He laughed. "We'd better see," he said, kicking off his shoes and whipping off his other clothes in double quick time. "And you, " he commanded, indicating me as he cast off his trousers and pants and stood in just his socks and wristwatch.

Varun's jaw was still in the open mouth situation as I quickly divested myself of my clothes and stood next to Kish. I was now 6 foot 1 inch and Kish was a couple of inches shorter so we looked very alike with my summer tan and his light brownness . We also matched as our dicks rose simultaneously to full mast. I was a bit longer than him at near enough seven inches, but he was thicker. Varun gave a gasp as a drop of precum appeared at the tip of my knob.

"Get yours off," Kish instructed his brother.

Varun was no slouch as he pulled off the shirt and stepped out of the jockstrap. His cock also rose and stood a proud four and a half inches. Varun's eyes were fixed on my cock. Next moment he was no longer the hesitant schoolboy because he had stepped forward and his mouth was fixed on my cock. In a second or two he had licked over the end of my knob just poking out of my foreskin, then he'd opened his mouth and pushed down taking my foreskin down so my knob was free. He slurped and sucked like a mad thing with my shaft finally almost fully engulfed in his hot mouth. I began to pant as the feelings mounted up behind my balls. Within a minute I could feel myself begin to unload.

I whispered, "Watch it, lad, unnnnnh, I'm coming."

My prick rammed into his mouth as I coated his tonsils with several spurts of spunk. He swallowed noisily but still kept my shaft in his mouth. I felt his tongue lick round it. I moved back a bit and my semi-erect rod was withdrawn. I was panting even more trying to get my breath back. I heard Kish give a gasp as the lad first enveloped my dick but he stood and watched until my prick emerged from the lad's mouth.

"You've done that before, eh? Who taught you that?" he quizzed his brother, "We've never done that!"

Varun looked up at him and spoke for the first time. "We have now!"

With that he latched onto his brother's rigid dick which had a liberal dribble of precum oozing from the slit and did the same as he had just done to me. As he sucked greedily I knelt down and caught hold of his prick and wanked him as fast as I could. Kish and he shot off almost together with Varun's second load of cum trickling down his brother's hairy legs.

Varun swallowed Kish's spunk and it was my turn to question him once both he and his brother got their breath back.

"If it wasn't Kish, who was it?" I asked.

"Tony Smye," he said quietly. "He did it to me first then I did it to him and then Peter Mee for practice. They said they wouldn't mind doing it to you but I got there first, didn't I?"

He smiled and turned to his brother. "Sorry, Kish, I would have done it to you first but I waited for Jamie."

It was the first time he'd used my first name. I suppose when you are only a Third or Fourth Year bug a Sixth Former is too lofty to have a name

Kish guffawed. "My little brother holding out on me like that. I'm a good mind to tan your arse but you're too precious for that."

I moved over and put an arm round both. "That was really wonderful, Varun, I'm glad you practised first though. I don't like getting bitten!"

Varun looked up at me. "Oh, I practised lots more times with Robin Jones round at his house."

It turned out that Robin Jones was in Varun's form and Varun and he had compared cocks and prowess when Varun had met up with him early in the Summer vac. Once the terrible pair had initiated Varun into the joys of sucking the two youngsters had practised at every opportunity after that. After we had got cleaned up and dressed we sat on my bed and Varun was all questions, mostly very personal ones, and I think Kish and I were very honest in our answers. We told him about some of our adventures and I said a bit more about my summer and filled in some of the interesting bits which I had left out before. We also stressed the importance of having one or two close friends, like his pal Robin and the two reformed reprobates. Then I remembered, Robin was in our Scout Troop, but I hadn't encountered him. Varun smiled when I told him I thought I knew him.

"Robin knows you, he thinks your brilliant! And you're getting your Queen's Scout Award soon, aren't you?"

I nodded and chuckled to myself remembering the list of unlikely badges the Scouts could award which three of us Patrol Leaders had devised one wet Saturday at camp.

They included "Peter Pulling", "Wad-Firing" and "Dick Watching", all of which I could have added to my collection.

The next Monday Kish said he'd had a very tiring Saturday night and Sunday. Varun had insisted on more practice several times using me as `I bet Jamie would want it again' material. In the end on Sunday evening after his parents had gone out he had tied Varun to the bed and wanked him solidly for nearly two hours with about five minutes in between each new squirting.. He thought that might quieten the little sex-fiend down a bit. Tuesday morning Kish looked even more worn out. Apparently, the little imp had wanted to be tied down again and threatened to scream blue murder if Kish didn't do the same as Sunday evening. "My bloody arm aches, the little bastard!" We devised a plan as Varun was now in the Junior XV who practised on Tuesday afternoons after school and some of us in the First XV helped coach them. We decided to make the little bugger run his arse off the whole forty-five minutes of the practice. We did too, with his suck-buddy Robin who was also in the squad. We thought we would make the pair of them too tired even to raise a finger let alone put it to their cocks that night.

Kish on Wednesday morning was dying to tell me something from the moment he saw me leave my bike in the sheds.

He motioned me over and whispered, "No good, all that exercise only made the little sod even more randy. He jacked himself off at least four times in bed after I said I was too tired after the practice. In the end I had to tell him to do it more quietly as he was keeping me awake. Then this morning he was at it again and stood by my bed and shot his load all over me! I grabbed him and smacked his bare arse a couple of times but all he said was `that was nice' and asked would I do that again to him tonight!"

We had a laugh and I said he'd better get the terrible pair onto him for more regular servicing!

I hadn't seen Paul at all until the night of the dinner because of his trip to the States. However, my parents went off for a fortnight in Spain on the Monday after Varun and Kish's visit so Paul moved in to look after me' and his mother supplied the food. If Kish was worn out each night with Varun's requests Paul and I spent each night catching up on lost time. He gave me four magazines he'd brought back, illegally through Customs' as he told me, which were my first introduction to the even more overtly male versions of mags like Playboy which were at the time surreptitiously passed from boy to boy at school as wank material. The pictures in these American publications gave Paul and me many visual aids to our activities. He confessed that he had found San Francisco to be the best place he's ever been to and had been taken to a couple of rather exclusive bathhouses where his Englishness was a great hit. He slyly said his other attribute was also a great hit and he was determined to go back again once he'd finished his degree. Although we didn't discuss it in detail I realised that although we still were the best of friends and I loved him dearly, he, at least, wanted to experience as much as possible.

The game on the Saturday at the end of the first week Paul was staying with me was close fought. It was against our main rivals and they were bi....g! I thought poor old Billy was going to be mashed but he got our scrum to give back everything their lot threw at us, even a few punches in the tight mauls. Both he and our other prop ended up with black eyes but all three of their front row finished with bruises meeting other bruises. We managed to draw and all was forgotten once we got into the showers where they regaled us with numberless verses of `Four and twenty virgins'. Kish, Gerry and I had to massage Billy all over when we got to Gerry's cellar afterwards and Kish and I told the others about Varun and his exploits. Of course, that led to a practice session all round and as we finished that I said they were all invited round to my house for a fish and chip supper as Paul would be there feeling lonely.

After arriving at mine and chewing the fat for about an hour I was dispatched in Mum's car to get the supper. I loaded up with five large pieces of cod, five double portions of chips and five of the biggest pickled wallies in the jar on the counter. I got extra scoops with the chips as the lad who served me was in the Fifth Form and the Scouts and he blushed a bit when I thanked him and winked at him as I left as we'd had a wank together once on a Scout camp as we had shared a tent.

When I got back and parked the car in the garage I found there had been developments. Billy had decided we were to have a Roman toga party. He and Kish had raided the laundry cupboard and the spare room and the four of them were attired in elegant togas from the bed sheets they had found. Paul had made some laurel wreaths for our brows from the shrub in the back garden while Gerry had raided my father's rather extensive drinks cabinet and was busily mixing up a series of cocktails. I was shown graphically that togas were worn `au naturel' so I scooted upstairs, stripped off, wound my sheet round me, put a wreath on my head and descended regally being greeted by the four of them at the bottom of the stairs with raised glasses of some weird and wonderful concoction of Gerry's. The fish and chips went down very well, our throats lubricated by at least four different cocktail mixtures. Gerry presented Billy with the biggest wally. A long, thick, green, wrinkled and knobbly one, dripping with brown pickling vinegar, which he warned Billy was just like his cock would look when he caught the pox. Billy's response was that Gerry had better watch it or he would experience the wally in the place where he, Billy, would probably catch the pox!

As we finished eating I looked over at Kish who was sitting in one of the easy chairs, glassy eyed, his wreath at a rakish angle, with a tumbler of dubious coloured liquid in his hand. He was as pissed as a newt. I wasn't too far behind and Billy, whose strict, teetotal upbringing, precluded imbibing strong liquor, was sitting on the floor at Kish's feet also looking slightly the worse for wear. Only Paul and Gerry, who had kept up and probably surpassed us in the supping stakes, looked at all, shall we say, normal. We all sat and contemplated the universe silently for quite a while, Gerry getting up to replenish our glasses at least twice more. I noticed, rather foggily, that he and Paul had silly grins on their faces but then the orgy started. Paul chose Billy and Gerry went over to Kish. The two of them were laid on heir backs on the floor with their togas rucked up exposing their finery. Paul passed Gerry a tube of KY jelly and the pair of them liberally applied the unguent to the puckers of their not unwilling Roman slaves. By this time both Billy and Kish also had silly grins and raised their legs as Paul and Gerry went for their targets.

I wasn't in a particularly fit state to participate although I soon got my usual hardon. However, Paul's arse looked too inviting as he inched his way into Billy. I stood up and found I could move about more steadily than I thought. I picked up the tube and applied the jelly to my rigid shaft and aimed for Paul. He wasn't expecting it but as soon as I pushed on his bud he gasped and I was in. That first fuck must have lasted at least fifteen minutes or so, perhaps because of the slowing effects of the alcohol. Neither Billy nor Kish came that time but we three others all shot our loads. After that we all lay on the floor for some time and then, perhaps, with the fuel from the alcohol and the calories from the fish and chips we set off on a marathon bacchanalia. Billy must have had some inner spark set off by that first fuck. He was chief centurion as well as Captain of Rugby after that and choreographed the action for the rest of the night. To put it mildly there were set scrums, loose mauls, up and unders, touch downs, balls in and out, all of which continued unabated with Billy, stripped of his toga but still with his laurel wreath on his head, directing every move until exhausted we staggered up to the two beds in my room about 4 a.m. and slept soundly for several hours.

I was sandwiched between Paul and Gerry and it was only Paul stirring about half past ten which finally woke me. I surfaced from a deep sleep dripping with sweat, dried cum on my belly and chest and a dull ache in my nether regions. I heard Paul stagger to the bathroom and the water running in the shower made me realise if I didn't get up quickly Gerry would have a warm and wet awakening. I joined Paul under the shower after pissing my heart out. We soaped each other and dried each other off as the other three drifted, bleary eyed and groaning, into the bathroom and under the cool water now coming from the shower. Poor Billy looked the most shell-shocked. Not only were his black eyes now really obvious but his eyeballs had a red film over them and his acne was livid tokening a night of misspent youth. I stuck a tentative finger to feel my rather sore ring and mused that a good deal of Billy's youthful spunk had been spent up there somewhere during the night. Kish was holding his head and moaning that he wondered where the little man was who was banging his brain with a hammer.

Gerry said he knew how to cure that with the hair of the dog that bit him. He dropped to his knees in front of Kish and began to suck his drooping dick. It didn't droop long, it stood up long and sturdy very quickly and within moments all five of us were on the bathroom floor in a circle, each sucking noisily on the next lad's rod. Even with the number of times we'd come during the night we all came again quite quickly and Gerry said it was the best breakfast he'd ever had even if he'd never had an Indian at that time before. I and Billy held him down while Kish got his own back for that corny crack by tickling him unmercilessly. Paul said he'd better get dressed and he would see what he could rustle up for lunch. He disappeared off next door and soon came back saying his mother and father had invited us all to lunch at half past one. We four than staggered back to my room and clutched each other and rested for another hour before getting up and dressing and making ourselves presentable. I reminded Kish and Billy to 'phone their parents to tell them they had been invited out to lunch!

Mr Phillips had a sly grin on his face as we trooped in through the back door. He didn't comment other than raising his eyebrows as the battered and bruised Billy entered. I wondered if he had an inkling of our capers as he gave me quite a slap on the bum as I passed him which made me wince. We were hungry. Luckily Mrs Phillips had experience of feeding Paul and me so she had cooked Yorkshire puddings, a mountain of roast spuds and tureens of other veggies to go with the roast beef. Mr Phillips brought out a couple of bottles of wine which he said couldn't be drunk by any teetotallers present so he'd better have their share. All supped the wine which went down very nicely. Apple pie and custard rounded off the meal and after sitting recovering for about half an hour we lads went back through the hole in the hedge to my house. Oh, God, the place stank of sweaty bodies, old fish and chips and a distinct aroma of orgy! Paul and I opened windows and at six o'clock turfed the other three off to their respective homes. There was no desire for more activity! And I still had my maths homework to do!!

To be continued:.........

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