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Flip's Tale
Chapter 6a
6A: Feelings:
We didn't have time to do anything that afternoon. Aunt Margaret was rushing around like a scalded cat as surgery had overrun and she was running late. I was given various jobs to do but that village party was brill. The news that I was going to follow in Aunt Margaret's footsteps had gone round the village and must have been chewed over, digested, ingested, whatever. Tom told me afterwards that he heard two of the older ladies discussing the various people at the party and heard them say about me, 'he'll be a gey young doctor'. I pointed out that it didn't mean they'd guessed anything about me!
We couldn't get together again until the next afternoon when it was too wintry to go out anywhere. We had two very intense sessions with firstly a slow build-up of feeling, stroking, nuzzling, until we sixty-nined and lapped at each other's rods up and down the underside until Tom murmured he was about to come. I took his hot knob-end just into my mouth and licked his ridge. He was doing the same to me and then clamped his lips tight round my shaft as his prick jerked and massive spurts of his warm boycream filled my mouth.
I then let fly and seemed to spasm for ages, but he kept my surging cock firmly clamped until he sensed my climax was over. Quickly we turned head to head and gently exchanged each other's spunk, mixing and mingling the tastes and smells. We had decided long ago this was one of our favourite times. I kissed Tom's lips, then his cheek and then his ear. We lay together savouring each other's warm bodies and the stillness and quiet in the bungalow.
"Oh, Flip," he said after we had lain like that for some minutes, "I do miss you when you're at school."
"I miss you too, Tom. In bed at night I think of your little pug nose, your cross-eyes, that third tooth on the left with a chip in it, your spotty chin, that tiny stub you call a penis..."
I got no further as he rolled over me, grinning broadly, pulling my ears and rubbing his slightly rough chin over my cheek..
"Cheeky bugger, trust you to spoil the moment," he said, "But my wee stub is exactly the same length as your shrimpy little stump." It was too, we both now had exactly six and a half inches of prime Scots beef when they pointed up hard against our bellies. Mine was just a bit thicker, though. "In any case," he continued, "You're the mathematician so you should be able to work out that as I'm only six foot one to your six foot three, then in proportion, I've got more cock than you, so there!"
"You're quite right," I said, "But it's volume that counts and mine's fatter than yours."
"Fuck you, Flip, you've always got an answer."
I reached round him and hugged him to me.
"You can fuck me again when we're both eighteen. Promise?"
We kissed deeply then separated and lay just touching each other again.
"But honestly, Flip," he said slowly, "I do miss you. I love you more and more each day and I can't wait until you get home here each holiday and I can see you again. I wonder sometimes if you'll want to see me again. You're with all those boys and you can be with Ghazi every day. That boy Pete wants you too. It was so noticeable in the car and then over lunch the way he kept looking at you. You've got to be careful."
This was a Tom who didn't usually bare his inner feelings in so many words. I turned and kissed his cheek.
"I'm sorry, Tom, I know I'm lucky. But, Ghazi and I are really only very, very good friends. We do love each other, but I think it's like brothers. I love you because you are Tom." I kissed him again. "Ghazi and I sleep together, we wank each other and we suck each other. It's beautiful, he's a lovely person but it's a way to share our friendship.
With you I want to share my body and my life and that's what I intend to do and Ghazi knows that. He's never tried to steal my affection for you. As for Pete, he's had no one to talk to before. I promise you I won't let him seduce me unless you're there as well. He is a tasty morsel, though, isn't he?"
Tom looked at me with his beautiful blue eyes and kissed me this time, his lips quivering with suppressed laughter..
"I know," he said, "You could have your pick of any of them. Paul is very fond of you and he told me when you weren't around that all the young kids like and respect you because you are helpful and kind and don't put them down." He paused and giggled. "Actually, I wouldn't put young Pete down until I'd had my fill. If he is as randy as Ghazi says perhaps the pair of us could subdue his urges for a while. But I do get lonely with just my five fingers to keep me company when you're away."
"What about Lachlan?" I asked, as he hadn't been mentioned recently and deflecting the attention off Pete who, I must say, would be a prime choice for dalliance if I hadn't had my position, Ghazi and Tom to think of! Down boy! Just thinking of stroking those hairy thighs began to interfere with my thought processes. However, I swung back to reality quickly as Tom went on.
Tom laughed. "Arch-wanker Lachlan discovered girl-fucking last year so he told me. He's got some half-witted bimbo, she must be to be taken in by his tales, and he tells me every Monday morning how many times he's fucked her over the weekend. He says she doesn't realise he's still at school as he's told her he's only around at the weekends because he's in the SAS on secret duty. True, he looks older than eighteen but he's such a bloody liar I don't even know what to believe myself with all his tales."
I laughed this time. "I expect he just exercises his right arm and makes it all up. Do you still have dealings with him, otherwise?"
Tom snickered. "No, rarely now. I told him last term I didn't want his pussy-stained fingers wrapped round my cock and he took umbrage and just told me to fuck off. He came back a week later after he'd told me about his latest round of shagging and he was so bloody rampant we did have a quickie in the storeroom. Since then..., a couple of times..., but I'm not interested in him. Anyway, if he is fucking the bimbo she must be satisfied with thickness as it's only just over five inches and he's a big lad now."
While we had been talking we had moved so we were facing each other. I had my left arm under him with my hand just caressing his back. His left arm was over my shoulder and he was gently kneading my neck. We closed in and kissed deeply, our other hands feathering up and down our once again erect lengths.
For twenty minutes we revelled in each other's lips, backs and, above all those oh-so- sensitive shafts standing so proud and stiff between us. For once I was ready to come first. My hips began to buck slightly and Tom taking the signal, pulled down sharply on my foreskin stretching it very tightly so my piss-slit must have been wide open. Gush after gush of sticky boycream landed on our torsos and, within a minute, Tom's benefaction joined it. I quickly put both arms round him so these new offerings were shared by our outer bodies this time. The familiar smell of just expelled cum rose from between us. I put my hand down and smeared it over both of us.
"Do you realise," I said quietly to Tom, "All those little jiggers in that took seventy-four days to produce and you....."
"Shut the fuck up you mine of useless knowledge," Tom responded resignedly, "If you say anything else you won't be making any more..."
He pressed his lips on mine, we clasped each other tightly then I reached down and held his lovely balls and whispered, "I love you, Tom, I couldn't stop you making it, let me too."
That evening Aunt Margaret asked if I was O.K. She said I was rather lost in my own thoughts after I hadn't answered her a couple of times. I was feeling rather light-headed with the thoughts of the wonderful afternoon experienced with Tom. I couldn't tell her that so I said Tom and I had been discussing the best way to work towards the forthcoming examinations. We had, but that was after we'd washed and dressed and banished the smells and evidence of our skirmishes. We had sat and mulled over the tasks we had to do this Easter Term while drinking at least two hot cups of coffee and scoffing some home-made scones left over from the party. Aunt Margaret said I wasn't to work too hard. Slow and sure was the answer. Start to work as soon as I got back to school, or best, start before as I had books with me, and take things steadily.
Both Tom and I took her advice. We met up at nine each morning until I had to return to school, exchanged ideas and notes and worked steadily until twelve o'clock on the three subjects we had in common, Physics, Chemistry and Biology. I was also taking Pure Mathematics so I solved problems during the evenings after Tom had gone home. After lunch we rested from those labours and laboured otherwise. We both grew closer and closer and it was with sadness we parted for me to return to Kinloch School.
6B: Easter Term: 2000:
I had left a parcel with Aunt Margaret for Tom's birthday. I'd had to go into Fort William on an errand for her and had bought Tom a beautiful skean dhu in a lovely leather sheath. I had it engraved 'Tom McClaren January 28 2000'. I knew he would like it because whenever he came into my bedroom he would pick my father's up from the top of the dressing-table where I kept it on display.
I'd had Mr McCrae's permission to drive myself to school and leave the car in his garage. I had strict instructions it wasn't to be taken out for jaunts except just to keep the engine going. So, all things packed into the car, I set off.
The term started quietly. So quietly, in fact, I didn't notice Little Dick wasn't around. It wasn't until I went wandering towards the chapel armed with a couple of maths problems that I realised that there was no organ playing. I sat in the stillness and solved them OK but it didn't seem quite the same. When I asked Paul where he was he wasn't very forthcoming and said he was perfectly alright and would be back in a week or so.
Ghazi was glad to see me anyway and we slipped back into our usual routine of relaxing after a busy day with a leisurely chat through the days happenings and then a slow release of our mutual randiness. As Ghazi was horny seven days out of seven and I was equally ready nights and mornings as well we almost always had both a long, wonderful suck at night and a sensuous feeling of each other's bodies as we woke culminating with another outpouring of our ever-flowing boycream. In fact, we often spent so long in the mornings revelling in the feelings throughout our bodies before releasing our loads we had to rush to wash, dress and get breakfast before the gannets gobbled it all up.
About ten days into term both Pete and Jamie asked me to help them with their maths. As Pete was so much better than Jamie but wanted to check, so he said, on some of the harder type of problems I suggested they worked separately. There was a side room of the prep room and I said we should work there. At least we could talk privately and there wasn't any reason for anyone to think we weren't dealing exclusively with mathematical matters.
Pete was still in a turmoil over his feelings for Jamie. I told him to keep calm as there were very important exams for him next term and he mustn't mope about being thwarted in any way. He was happier towards the close of the term as he said he and Jamie had managed to have a couple of intense sessions together - in the back room of the CCF stores - and Jamie had asked him outright if they could share next year as First Year Sixth-Formers.
A big surprise, and something for much rejoicing, was Little Dick's triumph.
He had been away about a fortnight at the beginning of term. But, being Little Dick, he wasn't missed except as the shadowy figure on the periphery of most events. Then, at the beginning of February in Chapel, the Rector - a posh name for our Headmaster - announced that Richard Richardson had been in London for examinations and had been awarded a music diploma for organ playing. We all clapped like mad!
Hamed towards the end of term was not clapping like mad, he was more like hopping like mad. The master in charge of Rugby, known to all and sundry as Poppa, was a very amiable man. Many years before he had been a Scottish international player and, somehow, had acquired a fourth class degree from Oxford in, I assume, Geography, which is what he taught. But, Poppa, although a brilliant coach, was no organiser. A frequent grunt was that he couldn't organise a piss-up in a brewery, or as more coarser elements would say, a gang-rape in Rider's.
This last was because he was Assistant Housemaster in Rider's House, the boys of which, from time immemorial, were judged to be the most unsporty, the most beautiful, the best- mannered, the best-dressed, all scoring one or two on the scale one to fifteen where 'highest score is the one you would most likely kick out of bed'. Rider's always came bottom of the heap on Sports Day or in the Inter-House competitions except for fencing and, not surprisingly, as it was useful to keep the marauders away, karate. Another achievement was the number of participants in the annual Christmas pantomime put on by the boys of the school, mainly to lampoon teachers and fellow students. Last year's was a riot with Rider's house lads very much to the fore. In fact, Fergie's comment, after seeing the lead in well- padded tights, was that there seemed to be more Dick than Whittington.
Oblivious to the reported goings-on in the House between it's members - members reported to be erect night and day - Poppa lived his own disorganised way. One goings-on the previous year had been the end of Easter Term dinner put on by the Second-Year Sixth members of the House plus a couple of guests, one from McCrae's who happened to be Captain of Fencing. It was from him that a garbled version of the events of the evening was ascertained. He was helped home, reeling, mumbling about the fineness of the food and wine, and was still pie-eyed in the morning when to a startled group of new-bugs and older inhabitants of the House at breakfast he announced that they had been served dinner by naked cherubs.
As one of my fellow Pure (?) Mathematicians was in that House, but not at the dinner, I quizzed him and he said it was almost true. Their ten new-bugs had all volunteered to act as footmen, waiters, vomitorium-keepers or whatever and been togged out in white tanga thongs, gold head circlets and arm bracelets and then powdered white to enhance the appearance of nakedness. A good time was had by all - but all participants were too drunk to carry on with a cherub!
Poppa's unfortunate tendency to procrastinate, or even forget, meant that things like inter- school match lists never appeared unless someone like Hamed badgered him for details. As Hamed was Vice-Captain of rugger he had a lot of responsibility to keep things going and it was almost at the end of the Easter Term when he'd been to see Poppa for something or other that he spotted a letter on his desk, dated more than a month previously, asking for two players, hooker and No. 8, to play in a representative match for Scottish schools in Perth the last Saturday of term and would accommodation be needed?
Poppa waved his hand dismissively when Hamed asked what he should do.
"Och," he said, "Just send them a note that you and Flip will go and don't worry about accommodation, the school they are using is crap - just arrange a motel and I'll pay!"
That got him out of that fix.
Oh. That meant a journey to Perth had to be arranged as well. But I had my trusty car and with Poppa's help we persuaded Mr McCrae that I could drive to Perth on the Friday and drive back on the Sunday, or, if too exhausted after the game, back on Monday. But, Hamed was supposed to be king-pin in a big CCF parade to be held on the Friday afternoon so he had the bright idea that straitlaced Angus could take his place, which would give him a great sense of importance, and his even better idea was to get the two wankers to be parade marshals and promoted to temporary corporal for the occasion. Needless to say Angus was both delighted and miffed at the same time!
The week before the game there was great panic. Poppa had not sent the form back with sizes of jerseys and shorts. Hamed phoned the organiser who knew Poppa's ways of old and on the Thursday the number 2 and the number 8, correct size, blue for Scotland shirts, four pairs of white shorts and two pairs of blue football socks appeared by special delivery. There was also a terse note for the pair of us to appear at the ground by 11.30 a.m. sharp!
We decided to take off early on the Friday and had worked out it was about a hundred miles to Perth. It was a most uneventful journey and we chatted about everything and nothing all the way. We stopped off at Pitlochry down the A9 and had a look at the salmon leap before lunch and arrived at the motel outside Perth during the afternoon. A nice leisurely journey.
The room was OK, but of course, Poppa, bless him, had boobed again. He'd asked for a double room. There it was, a large, king-sized, double-bed - good old Poppa! We both looked at it and laughed. We both knew it would be well-used over the weekend!
I said I wanted a shower and stripped off in preparation, Hamed stripped off too as he said he would join me, or at least, as the shower stall was small, have one after me. We turned towards each other and smiled. I had seen Hamed in the nude many times but today, tonight and tomorrow night I was going to be able to examine him very closely. He was now, at nearly twenty, about five feet eight inches - a good couple of inches shorter than his younger cousin, Ghazi, and about the same difference in height from his constant companion, Clyde. But, it was five feet eight of compact muscle. His dusky skin showed every ripple of his stomach and overlaying all this was a fine mat of black, almost straight hair which fanned out from his belly button, up his stomach and across his chest to his throat. His most wonderful possession was his beautiful circumcised penis. Just like the object I worshipped most nights, belonging to Ghazi, his was also dark-hued from the root to where his foreskin had been cut away. From there it was a delicate pinkish shade just before the dark red of his heavy helmet. I wanted that wonderful possession of his to give him the greatest pleasure tonight.
Hamed came over to me and put his hand out and very carefully cupped my balls in his palm.
"Remember that first weekend, Flip? We've never done this again except when you grabbed me in the scrum. Fergie always says about that film he saw about gorillas and the way they greet their friends by holding each other's balls. I knew that night you were all my friends and my greatest disappointment is that I have had to wait nearly four years to be alone like this with you."
I put my hand out and cupped his balls, two low-swinging orbs, also covered in sable fur. I put my other arm round his shoulders.
"I wondered that first week what would happen to all of us. I was new, you and Ghazi were new.... I think we've survived, haven't we? Let's have a shower and we can find out some more before we go hunting for food like the gorillas."
The shower turned out to be just big enough to accommodate two careful bathers. We helped each other by soaping each other liberally with the rather highly scented shower gel provided by the motel. Two dried, combed and deodorised companions made for the bed and felt each others now erect cocks, a dry towel placed between them.
Gradually, very deliberately we caressed each other. I explored Hamed's body and he explored mine. He wanted to run his fingers through my now abundant auburn curls above my cock, I needed to feel the texture of his silky hair. I put my head down and gently tongued first one, then the other, of his large dark red nipples. He groaned and arched his back as I did this. In response he licked inside my ear and then down round my chin and under my neck. An opening gambit which Ghazi always found rendered me almost senseless with desire. My fires really awakened now I rolled on top of him and we tongue- fucked with increasing violence as our rigid shafts rubbed against each other.
"Oh, shit, Flip," he gasped, "I'm going to come!! Oooooooooooooooh!"
A warm wetness spread between us as he let fly. I crushed our two bodies together again and again, his still hard cock pulsating against mine until my climax came and my spunk joined his. As soon as my breathing came down to more normal levels I kissed his eyes, then the tip of his nose, finally our lips locked and our tongues caressed each other. We audibly squelched as we moved apart.
"Oh, Flip," he said, so quietly and sadly, "I've had to wait nearly four years for that. I've wanted to be with you so often. Clyde teases me when I tell him you make my cock leap and he says I should have told you that a long time ago. But I know you love Tom as much as I love my Clyde and your friendship with Ghazi is wonderful and I didn't want to make it all any more difficult."
I said I had thought of that first weekend and the feel of his balls and cock in my hand many times. I said I loved Ghazi too, but I'd made my commitment to Tom. I said I was worried about Ghazi going to London especially as he wouldn't know anyone there. He said I was not to worry as he would be staying in a flat in St John's Wood with Charles. I found out that Hamed had made peace with Charles and he was now reconciled to being someone important in their family.
Although at first his uncle was puzzled that he didn't want to go to Officer Training School he had agreed that Hamed should make his own mind up what he wanted to do. He said that he'd arranged that his uncle would assume all control over the family affairs so that he could live in France with Clyde. Hamed's uncle had been impressed by Clyde's charm and his business sense and with his granddaddy's Southern courtesy, so he was not at all concerned about the two lads being together. Also he saw a good business prospect in the making!
Hamed smiled. "Most men in my culture have a best friend. My uncle's is one of his advisors and they often go off hunting together!" He winked.
Of course, we had to have another shower and then went out hunting ourselves. We found a good restaurant and stuffed ourselves with good Scottish cooking. And so to bed.
Our love-making that night was slow and sensuous. We explored every part of each other and finished up in my favourite sixty-nine position. Slowly, slowly we raised each other to a great burst of frenzy at the end. Sucking, licking, panting, frantically clawing at each other's backs as our hips bucked and loads of warm spunk streamed from our engorged pricks. Another of my favourite rituals then ensued. We lay head to head and exchanged and blended our offerings to each other then fell asleep most contented.
After the usual four of the numerous S's in the morning (shit, shower, shampoo and shave this time) we breakfasted leisurely and then packed our rugger kit and made our way to the school where the match was to be played. We were almost the first to get there and the coach, a great pal of Poppa's from the past, wanted to know how the old bastard was. Diplomatically, I said he was exactly the same as usual which went down well.
We had a quick training session as soon as the team was assembled, then lunch and then the game. We just managed to beat the other side although they were a well-drilled bunch and several times I though we were really going to get hammered. Hamed did a bit of hammering himself. As usual there was some dirty play from both sides and one of our forwards had a cut above the eye from a well-aimed punch from one of their side. Naturally, the ref didn't see the occurrence, but there was some muttering amongst our front row and in the next scrum the offender had a real battering from Hamed and our two lock forwards. I saw Hamed's fist hit somewhere around the lad's solar plexus and he was on his back struggling for breath as the game moved away from him.
But, as rugby goes, in the bath afterwards - a real full-sized rugby club bath - he leaned over and shook hands with the four of them and said he was sorry he'd lost his temper. Chatting to him afterwards I found he was also going in September to the same London college as Ghazi and we exchanged names and addresses. In fact, the three of us went off after the rather sparse tea to a local pub and had a couple of pints each before he had to get back to the bus taking him back to his school. He was rather envious that we'd been allowed to drive to the venue. I was also rather intrigued because Hamed was not supposed to drink alcohol - but - he never refused the offer!
We had another good meal later and wended our way back to the motel. We flipped idly through the tele channels - being deprived of such stimulation at school didn't seem to want to make us tele addicts when it was available - decided that old films and rather tired so- called comedy programmes were not to our liking so, not reluctantly, prepared for bed.
Getting to know Hamed over the past four years meant I knew he had a very dry sense of humour. Someone in Clyde's constant companionship had to be the opposite, a foil to Clyde's tongue and his ever ready wit. I had grown to like Hamed more and more over the time I had known him. I had found the surly, bad-tempered creature of the first couple of days to emerge as a kind, sweet-natured, hard as steel in defence of his friends person who I would trust with anything. He and Ghazi were very much alike and I knew that Hamed valued me as a good friend and companion for Ghazi.
We lay together in bed, gently caressing each other and reminisced about all the happenings over the past four years. He knew some of my background but I went through the whole sorry story again. He stroked my back, then kissed my cheek as I finished saying about how I felt I was exiled at the time.
"I've been exiled since I was seven," he murmured, "Thirteen years and I don't want to go back. But, you must make peace with your mother. My mother cannot read or write so my sister writes to me and says my mother still loves me and wants me back home. I can't go back. It is not my home. My friends and my future are not there. Your future and friends are not at your home either but your family are. It is difficult for us when we are growing up, isn't it?"
I said I realised the best thing that had ever happened to me was to be sent into exile. I was a different me now, but a satisfied me. Perhaps, I said, being sent so far from home had been the best for Hamed as well. He said he agreed.
We were so together that night I was lost in the those wonderful bouts of sex we had. Hamed was such a considerate lover, we knew exactly what each other needed and in the end I just lost count of the number of times we came before we fell asleep. The last time was with Hamed's legs over my shoulders and my trusty sabre deep inside him. He had asked me to fuck him just like his Clyde did. A gentle lunge, after preparation, was all that was needed to win the point. I then offered myself but he said he had never wanted to fuck Clyde so to the accompaniment of his delighted moans I used all the subtlety of my experience of licking and sucking to draw his final delivery, spurting and spraying, into my wanton mouth.
We woke still in each other's arms. His smaller body close up to me, his head crooked into my chest, my arm round him holding him, almost protectively. I wanted him again in some way. I felt for his penis which, boy-like, was firmly erect. I licked my hand to lubricate it and gently drew my hand up and down as his prick stiffened completely. I wanked him awake - he came in powerful jets over both of us just after his eyes opened wide.
"That was beautiful, Flip," he breathed out, "I've never been woken like that. It was perfect."
He slid down the bed and my night production of boycream was drawn from my ever ready sacs in a gentle duplication of his last experience of the night before. I kissed him deeply as he returned, sticky-mouthed, and said I hoped he and Clyde would be happy together. I thought, if he and Clyde were as passionate together as we had been the last two nights then both would be contented young men. I also thought that I would have to confess to Tom and Ghazi that last most wonderful encounter the previous night.
6C: End of Term:
Our arrival back before supper on Sunday evening was greeted by Ghazi and Clyde who wanted to know all about the game. We said we were hungry and would give them a first- hand account later. After supper the seven of us met up in Ghazi's and my room. Paul produced yet another bottle of malt and we all toasted our success. Clyde had to go off to supervise the new-bugs, now getting to know the ropes and needing to be kept in order. Then Paul and the other two made their excuses and disappeared off leaving just Ghazi, Hamed and me.
Hamed was sitting on Ghazi's bed and, quite unselfconsciously, they were holding hands. I then remembered about Bernard Mattheson, the battered forward. I fished around and found the piece of paper with his name and address on it. I recounted the incident and the front row's response.
"...And Hamed punched the poor bugger straight in the guts..." I continued, "After the other two had duffed him up as well. But..." Here I paused, "..He turned out to be nice chap. We went out for a drink later and he's going to the same place as you in September... Here you are, name and address and you are to get in touch with him."
I saw Ghazi look at Hamed quizzically and Hamed squeezed his hand.
"True," said Hamed.
"I hope you two aren't match-making. I shall be OK, I'll make friends."
"Come on Ghazi," said Hamed, "He'll be just OK for you. He's six foot five, eighteen stone if a pound, and he's got a dong on him like a donkey! The only trouble is you'll wear the poor bugger out!"
Ghazi turned on his cousin and wrestled him over the bed.
"I'll fucking stop your cheek, you fiend, I bet you and that sex-maniac over there cooked all this up!"
I went over and grabbed Ghazi's legs so he was suspended still clutching at Hamed.
"You're the little fiend," I said, with a hint of mock menace in my voice, "Did you sleep with Clyde while we were away? He looked as if he was getting bags under his eyes."
Ghazi's infectious giggle emerged from his mutterings.
"I don't tell tales on my friends but Clyde needed a bit of comfort in his loneliness..."
"...And you, you sexaholic, had to make sure he was consoled, I suppose?" I said, bending his legs down and giving him a couple of smart whacks on his pert little bum.
"Retribution is needed," said Hamed, grabbing his shoulders.
Our usual technique worked a treat with Ghazi. He squirmed, giggled and relapsed into hoots of laughter as we worked our fingers over his torso. So much so that a couple of sharp raps were heard as someone in Paul's room banged on the wall. Hamed put a hand over Ghazi's mouth and we stripped him completely very quickly. His boycock was, as usual, erect. I looked over at Hamed and we dropped him on the bed and divested ourselves of our clothes holding the squirming bundle down with whatever free hand or foot available. Within moments we were in a three-way with Ghazi fixed on Hamed's cock, Hamed on mine and I on Ghazi's. Three friends later lay huddled together and passed each other's spunk around on lips and tongues.
Later still, when Hamed had gone to bed in his own room Ghazi and I were in bed together and lying close as I told him about Hamed's last gift to me. Ghazi kissed my ear.
"I told him not to hold anything back from you,." he said quietly, "We both love you very much. Before you went on Friday he told me he'd wanted to be with you ever since that first weekend and what should he do. I just told him to be himself because I knew that you liked him as well."
"No, Ghazi," I said, "It's not like. It's more than that. I value him as a true and lovely person and as a great friend and now as a wonderful lover, just as I love you and your body, but most important it's because you are you and he is he."
Ghazi kissed my ear again, then hugged me tight. "And what about this friend you've got for me?"
I laughed. "He's not quite as big as Hamed said. He's a bit shorter than me, he's tough- looking, he's bright, but I did note he was quite well-endowed when we got out of the bath, so you should be alright."
Ghazi muttered something about I was a cheeky fucker which meant I had to deal with him again. After we had both come twice more we decided it was time these two sexaholics had a good night's sleep! I never asked him what had happened between him and Clyde while we had been away but it was noticeable that Clyde referred to him more than once before the end of term as McJizz!
The day before we broke up for the Easter holiday there was a letter for each of the seven signed by Charles Parsons informing us that we were invited to stay at Linnhe Castle for the Easter weekend, Maundy Thursday to the next Tuesday at least. Paul expressed surprised as he said he's heard nothing about it from his parents. Fergie and Little Dick were intrigued and said they would definitely be there while Clyde just smiled one of his enigmatic smiles. Ghazi was staying with me over the Easter vac and Hamed was going to Linnhe anyway. There was a postscript to my letter saying that Tom McClaren was also being invited and would I arrange transport for him and Ghazi! As I was packing my car ready for the off I saw young Pete putting his two bags with Paul's. Would he be at Linnhe as well?
6D: Three Birthdays:
As Easter was late this year we had broken up on my birthday and we had a fortnight before going to Linnhe. I was eighteen now and the night before we seven had had a little celebration in my and Ghazi's room. Paul's bottle of malt went the rounds and I was toasted several times and wished all good fortune now I was a man from midnight. This left only Ghazi who was still officially a boy, so he was made to be our slave and pour the drinks. In bed that night Ghazi willingly dealt with my incipient manmeat and sucked out my mancream, as he called it, while I, later, teased him by saying his was still a boycock but his boycream was still sweet and tasty.
There were plenty of books and notes to pack to take back to Glenfinnan as we vowed to spend as much time as possible on revising for the exams which would start as soon as we arrived back. Tom would be joining in as all three of us were taking Biology, Chemistry and Physics, while I was the only one taking Pure Maths as well.
Of course, as soon as we met up with Tom when we arrived back at Glenfinnan he wanted to know what had been going on during the term that I hadn't put in my letters to him. Ghazi told him some cock-and-bull story that my reputation was now the highest in the school as I'd personally shagged the greatest number of new-bugs in one term in the whole history of the place and they would be putting up a special plaque in the chapel when I kicked the bucket saying 'He died with a smile on his face, let him rest in a piece'. I vowed he would have to be dealt with and Tom also, who laughed and said he wouldn't be surprised. I still had to tell Tom about Hamed and me at the motel and the wonderful fuck.
Not to worry. I managed to get five minutes away from Ghazi while he went to the village stores and confessed all to Tom. He laughed again.
"Och, Flip," he said, knowingly, "That boy's wanted you for ever. I saw that when we were at the castle last time. Every time you came into the room he looked at you but I think he's satisfied now. Are you?"
Perceptive Tom. I had told him, of course, about the way Hamed had been tamed all those years ago now. Perhaps tamed was the wrong word, but I'd also told Tom many times how much I liked Hamed and I think he realised there was unfinished business. It was true. Those two nights in the motel had sealed a great friendship and we had secured that friendship by the loving acts we had engaged in. Since then, just two weeks ago, we had moved to a new level of friendship. We couldn't meet without smiling at each other and I, for one, having a rise in my spirits. It was the same with Ghazi and, most of all, Tom.
"Tom," I said, "Hamed and I will be friends for life!"
Ghazi's birthday was on the Saturday after mine. Tom and I had clubbed together and with some help from Aunt Margaret, who thought Ghazi was a darling, had bought him a portable CD player. He was highly delighted with it, but I'd noticed Ghazi was rather quiet and I wondered if he'd hit a hard patch in his studies or was rather sad as he was far from home on his eighteenth birthday. After lunch Aunt Margaret had to go as a locum to the hospital and said she would be back by seven unless there were any awful emergencies and we would all be having supper at eight.
We had originally decided to go for one of our rambles after studying like demons all morning but the weather was bloody awful so we were sitting in the living-room, all three on the sofa, just contemplating the infinite, when Ghazi put his hand into the pocket of the jeans he was wearing and drew out two small flattish boxes.
"I want you to have these," he said, "They are with all my love and then I want to ask you something."
He handed the boxes to Tom and me and we opened them. Inside were identical silvery rings. Inside each was engraved a T and a P intertwined. We looked at Ghazi.
"They are for you to make your vows when you are ready," he said slowly and carefully.
Tears were streaming down my face. I turned round and hugged him to me to be joined moments later by Tom.
"Oh, Ghazi," I managed to say, "They are beautiful. You must have a lot of faith in us."
"Yes, I do," He said, an arm round each of us. "I bought them in France for you."
"What, last summer?" Tom asked, "You must know how much we care for each other to do that and keep them so long."
We let go of each other and drew apart. I held up my ring to look more closely at it.
Ghazi let out one of his famous giggles.
"Of course I knew you would be together. I told Hamed and Clyde what I was doing and they both agreed I should.. They knew you would be together, too."
"They seem very heavy for silver," I said, holding mine in the palm of my hand.
Ghazi giggled again. "Perceptive boy. Density is just over twice that of silver."
Tom immediately said, "Platinum!" and I asked, "How could you afford them?"
"Well, I do have an allowance which I rarely spend and if I tell you a bit more you mustn't be angry."
We sat back on the sofa and Ghazi launched into his tale.
"I'd decided while I was at the resort I must get something for you and I saw the plain rings in the jeweller's franchise we have in the lobby of the hotel. I did have enough money but then I had a windfall as well." He looked at us in turn and leaned forward conspiratorially. "I ought to tell you but you've probably guessed that most of the clientele for the gym are gay men. Mostly in pairs and there is a strict rule - Clyde's granddaddy insisted - all members of staff are off-limits, especially us and those French ex-paras who run the gym. Doesn't mean we young-uns don't get looked over! Anyway, I had to check the shower room one morning because of a leaky pipe and while I was in there a sweaty German came in and said he would give me a thousand francs if I let him suck me off."
Both Tom and I did rapid calculations, near enough a hundred pounds! I murmured something like he wasn't worth it and was rewarded by a thump by Tom.
"Come on Flip," Tom said, "You'd sell yours for tuppence if anyone desperate enough would want it."
"Bloody cheek!" I said vehemently, "I know who my friends are!" I turned to Ghazi. "And did you?"
"Of course not, I told him granddaddy's rule and at that moment his friend came up, asked me what was going on, thumped him and stalked off in a temper. This guy was all apologetic then and ran off looking for his pal. I told Hamed and Clyde and they said they would note it for granddaddy's judgment. That evening there were two envelopes in my pigeon-hole. A note from each of the two guys apologising and both enclosed a thousand francs." Ghazi giggled again, "So I got two hundred quid for not being sucked off." He lowered his voice. "I had that French lad in bed that night and I let him suck me off for nothing!" He sneered at me. "Not even for tuppence!"
"You toad!" I said, aiming a playful punch at him. "And you paid for our rings from immoral earnings!"
"No," said Tom quietly, "You didn't listen. The earnings were moral. He didn't sell his body and he gave it freely to the French kid - who probably gives better head than you!"
I aimed a punch at him too and we all laughed. Then I was all serious. I put my hand out holding the ring towards Ghazi.
"I'll value this all my life, Ghazi. When we are ready, I want you to perform our ceremony." I turned to Tom. "Do you agree?"
Tom wiped his eye. "Och, aye," he said very quietly, "I'll make my vows any time."
"I'll do it for you," said Ghazi, "But, I want to ask the greatest favour of both of you." He looked from one to the other of us. "I want something from you and I want to give you both something else." He paused dramatically. "I want you both to fuck me like you described when you did it to each other." He looked at me. "Hamed said you were so gentle and loving with him, I want you to be like that with me."
The light dawned. When Ghazi had seemed angered by what I'd said about him and Pete he was already wanting us to take his virginity.
I looked at Tom and held my hand out to him. He nodded.
Ghazi looked so pleased and he went to his trouser pocket again and brought out two small packets.
"In case you want protection I brought these from France as well. They're special ones I had to order for the gym. But, I haven't been with anyone and I know I'm safe with you."
Both Tom and I said simultaneously that we would not need them. We trusted each other. Ghazi smiled.
"Will you come to bed with me now?"
Tom and I got up and helped him to his feet. We towered over him a bit so we lifted him up and carried him to our bed. Tom shut the door, pulled the curtains and put the bedside light on.
"I've made all the preparations," Ghazi said as I stroked his cheek, "Have a look in my bag there."
I fished in his bag and found a small bottle of oil, some tissues and two large towels.
Tom meanwhile had been stripping off his jeans and shirt. He had a magnificent hardon already. His nearly seven inches stood up sturdy and strong bending out slightly from his body. My cock was also going hard but was still confined as we had to deal with Ghazi first. Tom went to his head end and undid his shirt buttons while I took off his trainers and socks then undid the top of his jeans.
While Tom helped him off with his shirt my clothes piled on the floor beside me. Then gently, Tom helped me take off Ghazi's jeans and underpants. We were ready.
Tom looked at me. "You are first."
I leaned over Ghazi and kissed him gently on the lips then drew my tongue down under his chin and over his firm, jutting out nipples. As I moved down his body so Tom took over and opened Ghazi's mouth. They rotated their heads as their tongues duelled and Ghazi began to moan softly. I had reached his lovely hard prick by then and licked the mushroom gently which made him moan more. I lifted his legs so his feet were flat on the bed and moved my head down and kissed and licked his balls. I put one of the towels under his buttocks and rolled the other one and put that under him as well to raise him up a bit. After pouring some of the oil into the palm of my hand I let it warm there for a few moments then slowly drew a finger-full over his seemingly tight pucker. The moans intensified and I saw that Tom was now licking each of his nipples in turn.
Using plenty of the oil I pushed first one, then two fingers into his hole and gradually moved my fingers until he was open enough to let me put a third finger in. I constantly oiled my fingers and his hole with the oil until I could slide my fingers back and forward quite easily. He was very relaxed and this part so far had been easy. Tom stood up and came and stood by me.
Looking Ghazi straight in the eyes I lifted his legs up higher and Tom supported them so I was free to give all my attention to the next stage.
I bent my legs and moved around until my hard shaft was just touching my still inserted fingers. My prick entered him as I withdrew my fingers and he gasped as the first four inches slid in. Tom put his hand down from the back between my legs and held my balls as I pushed a little harder and then with hardly any effort I was fully in.
I leaned right over him and kissed his open mouth.
"Fuck me slowly, please, Flip," he said quietly, "I want all of you."
Very slowly I moved back and forth. Each time I pushed forward a little harder willing my cock to expand and fill him more and more. He was gasping harder now on each stroke and after no more than thirty or so thrusts, when I knew I was fully in him and my pubes were pressed tight against him, I began to spasm and spurt after spurt of my spunk passed into my dear, dear friend. I was gasping now and when that subsided I leaned forward and kissed him again.
"I want Tom now," he whispered.
I slowly withdrew my still hard prick and as I moved away so Tom took my place. I held Ghazi's legs and as Tom leaned over him I guided his prick to the waiting hole. I watched as inch after inch of his magnificent tool disappeared into Ghazi. Then he began the slow backwards and forwards movements and it wasn't long before he was gasping and with some massive jolts of his thigh and pelvic muscles he rammed his cock right in and shot his load to join mine. He stayed in position as we lowered Ghazi's legs a bit. I moved round to his side and took that well-remembered hard rod into my mouth and licked and sucked and drew out stream after stream of his young mancream. I leaned over and kissed him and passed him the remnants of his semen.
Tom and I went to the bathroom and washed ourselves. We kissed each other when we had finished and hugged each other and went back to join Ghazi. We lay on each side of him and cradled him in our arms. He was smiling and looked content. After a minute or so he turned to each of us in turn and kissed our cheeks.
"Would you do that again soon, after you've rested?" he asked..
I wanted to fuck him again immediately but I knew I would have to wait a while. That fuck was as sensual and passionate as those first fucks with Tom and Hamed. I looked at Tom. He knew what I was thinking and nodded.
"We want you to fuck us," I said, "During next week, eh?"
Ghazi's face was a picture. "Oh, please," he said, "If I can give you what you've just given me, I want to, I want to!"
We lay silently for about half an hour, each just touching each other, caressing and feeling our young, happy bodies. Tom was the first to move. He took some tissues and wiped away some of the spunk and residues around Ghazi's pucker. Tom's cock was a ramrod again as he oiled it and aimed it at the target. I kissed Ghazi as Tom made his entry and this time, lifting Ghazi's legs to rest over his broad shoulders, he thrust deep and went faster than before. As he got into a rhythm so Ghazi's breath came in great gulps. I licked his nipples and tongued under his chin. Ghazi was calling out with ecstasy as Tom fucked him harder and harder.
"I want more and more, please," he yelled, "Fuck me harder, haaaar...der, pleaa......se!"
His voice dropped to silence as his hips bucked and jets of come squirted up his belly as his own orgasm came.
Tom was panting heavily as his prick rammed in and out of Ghazi's now quite loose and well-lubricated hole. Then he gave a mighty roar and slammed himself against Ghazi as his buttocks spasmed with the intensity of his climax. His knees buckled and he withdrew quickly and two last squirts of spunk landed somewhere around Ghazi's navel.
Tom was beat. He crawled over to me and I helped him onto the bed where he and Ghazi lay clutching each other and nuzzling each other's faces. I climbed on the bed behind Ghazi and lifted his left leg and pushed my ever-ready dong almost up to the hilt. We three lay there as I moved gradually back and forth to his mewing and moaning as Ghazi licked and kissed Tom. Almost imperceptibly I moved Ghazi over the top of Tom so he was straddling him with his buttocks in the air and his legs apart.. I was kneeling behind him and could then thrust my cock even deeper into him. Tom then moved down beneath him and took his prick into his mouth so that as I fucked him so Tom sucked him.
We kept this up for close on half an hour. As I felt myself getting nearer and nearer firing my load I slowed down and then quickened up again until at last I couldn't stop and pressed down deep into him and let go. My friction on his prostate must have then been sufficient for him to come spontaneously as Tom gagged and spluttered with the volume that gushed out into his mouth. My cock was liberally coated with all sorts of debris as I withdrew it and stumblingly made my way to the bathroom. On my return, three boys lay and spooned up against each other and fell asleep. We were awoken at five o'clock by the phone ringing. I staggered to the hall and answered it. It was Aunt Margaret. I was to turn the oven on at six o'clock sharp and make sure the white wine was in the fridge.
That evening Aunt Margaret did a huge dish of rack of lamb with couscous and all the trimmings. Three kilted, satiated and very hungry lads made her day by finishing the first helpings and demanding a second helping. Tom was very sorry he had to go down the road home as it left me in the arms of Ghazi for the night.
Ghazi was so thrilled at the happenings that afternoon he clung to me as soon as we got into bed and said it had been the happiest day of his life. He'd been fucked four times by two of his best friends, had shot a load spontaneously and had been sucked off twice as well, what more could he desire. Was I happy?
Of course I was happy. It had also been a tremendous experience for both Tom and me as well. And, we'd promised him that we wanted him to fuck us.
Ghazi fucked Tom on Monday afternoon while I watched and aided and abetted, and then I sucked Tom and Ghazi sucked me. That night I fucked Ghazi very slowly and, for us, very quietly as both Ghazi and I tended to become rather vocal in those last few moments before unloading our juices. On Tuesday afternoon Ghazi fucked me and Tom did the honours.
Ghazi had been a bit apprehensive on Monday and said he hoped he would do everything OK. Needless to say as soon as he began to lubricate Tom then his instincts took over and two roaring boys made sure it was a great success, and I shall never forget the look on Ghazi's face as he leaned over me filling me with his spunk that Tuesday afternoon at three o'clock. That night he slowly and gently fucked me again, and, after that, I lay impaled on his fully erect cock for nearly two hours until I somehow milked him for the third time that day.
I said to Ghazi that I was sorry I had accused him of shagging young Pete and I realised now what he had meant. He smiled at me.
"Flip, I'd forgive you anything, but as much as I like Pete... Someone told me an old Arab verse once.. `There is a boy across the river with a bottom like a peach. But I cannot swim...' He's not ready yet, but, perhaps, one day..."
I am certain the sex helped us with our revision. We were so attuned to each other as soon as one had a problem the others were so willing and so often able to help with an explanation or a reference studying became a joy not a chore. My only worry was whether my maths was proceeding OK. But, I got up at six o'clock each morning and did two hours solid work on problems before waking Ghazi for breakfast. I also had my Rider's House friend at the other end of the telephone line and we spoke to each other almost every day. Again, we were able to give each other the necessary insights needed when a sticky proof or a knotty problem baffled either of us. So for the next week or so we all kept each other sane and, in Glenfinnan, sexually satisfied.
It was Aunt Margaret's birthday on Ash Wednesday, April the nineteenth, - we were very politic and did not enquire about her age - and the three of us invited her out for dinner in Fort William. She said that being escorted by three young men would either enhance or ruin her reputation, depending on which of her patients saw her. She insisted on being on Ghazi's arm as we entered the restaurant, which did turn a few heads. The diners then looked even harder as two well over six-footers, also in tartan, entered behind her. One of the diners was one of her patients and, realising it was an occasion, sent the wine waiter across with a complimentary bottle of champagne. A good time was had by all.
To be continued:
Other stories you might be interested to read are: Spying on My Brothers: Incest Section: May 2000 Easter Rugger Tours and after: H/S Section: Jun 2000 Jordan's Story: H/S Section: July 2000
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