Ogedei's Boy - Chapter Thirteen by Ant-Boy@hotmail.co.uk
The remainder of term did not turn out to be so exciting; in fact the paucity of sexual contact, real contact that is, almost caused some problems when I was questioned by my house master as to why my studies were dropping off and why I'd suddenly become more aggressive when it came to sports. I could hardly tell him it was because I wanted to be fucked and beaten by the senior boy. The inquiry did however help me get my act back together and life returned almost too normal apart from an ever burgeoning sexual imagination that still occupied my body and mind far too frequently.
There was a rule at my school that we had to be in uniform at all times, but since sports kit was classified as uniform for most occasions including class and free time I took good advantage of the tenet, often with the used sticky jock I found in my locker form time to time worn underneath. A quick look from Paul at these times returned with a nod at least told me the meeting planned for after Christmas was still on. End of term came round without their having been another opportunity to get together with either Paul or Andrew and I was feeling extremely frustrated, not to mention unused, and the couple of weeks spent with my grandparents were themselves a torture in anticipation of the ten days to follow. I'd booked a twin room as Paul had indicated his willingness to share, his Christmas had been spent with very distant relatives and he told me, Sleeping on a sofa for a couple of nights is OK but after two weeks I'll be aching all over.' I arrived late afternoon and after unpacking changed into a clean pair of very tight white cotton shorts without a jock, then waited, rather impatiently, soon very impatiently. The following couple of hours passed so slowly, my cock continually trying, unsuccessfully and painfully, to grow inside my tight shorts and I'd been pinching hard at my nipples in an effort to make it go down but only succeeded in causing them to engorge and stand proud in sympathy. I just couldn't relax, if he didn't turn up soon something was going to blow and I wouldn't be held responsible for that. Finally, the sound of a key card being swiped and I rushed from the bathroom where I been washing down with cold water in a vain attempt to control my excitement, only to be brought up with a start when I noticed Paul had a companion, quite tall, well built, untidy hair, wearing jeans T-Shirt and a leather jacket. Slightly older than Paul I guessed and still with a bronzed skin suggesting either exotic holidays or a sun lamp. It was obvious that neither of them had been expecting a slightly wet almost naked young man to be running hurriedly from the bathroom and we collided together in the foyer. As my hands clasped at the first available body to help steady myself it turned out to be the stranger's shoulders I grabbed and his arms clutched me slightly lower down, round the buttocks, though it felt to me almost at once, not for quite the same reason. I was correct. This is Tom,' Paul grinned and continued. I told him you were well behaved and could be taken anywhere; looks like that thought will need some adjusting. I've also told him you'd be happy if he joined us, to help me keep you in control and to introduce you to some private clubs you might like.' Of course I liked! Quite frankly, with the heightened sexuality I could feel filing my body after so many weeks with no release other than imagination and my own hands meant almost anything Paul suggested would have met with my approval. Turning away from Tom I dared to reach out my hands to Paul's face, to hold each cheek lightly as I moved my mouth closer to his lips. He didn't pull away as I'd half feared, just allowed me to slowly get closer and closer while looking into his eyes, we were almost the same high now I realised, to feel his exhaled breath on my own lips and then I dared. I kissed him. I'd been dreaming of plastering my lips back to his for ages it seemed and when he didn't pull away I took my chance. His mouth opened and out tongues clashed, then curled round each other each fighting for dominance, the sensation of his sharp clean teeth as I ran my tongue along them, his slight body odour, aftershave, natural musk, slight perspiration, all combined to excite me further and when Tom came up up behind me and his fingers found their way between our bodies to discover my nipples I felt little surprise when he half whispered in my ear. Paul says you've been naughty and need your backside whipped before he takes it boy and that I can have your mouth as payment. What do you think about that?' I had to pull my face away from its suction grip on Pauls, not to object, not even to answer but because the combination of my body's pent-up sexuality, my physical contact with Paul, and now those whispered words threatened to send me over the edge. In public,' Paul's words finished me off. I never touched my cock at all, it certainly didn't have room to attain a full erection in those, it had been trying hard enough earlier, even so my balls gave up their load and my body responded in elation, I couldn't help it. My hands caught hold of those pinching at my nipples and hauled them down to my bulge as I doubled over. I'm cumming, and I didn't want to.' I don't think I really know what I wanted him to do in my ecstasy but Tom sure did. One hand grabbed my balls through the damp cloth and squeezed hard while the other applied a series of hard swats to the tight cotton covering my arse as my cock continued to unload itself in an almost constant stream, soaking my shorts. I pushed my groin into that hand, I didn't care how hard it squeezed right then, my face was now in line with Pauls bulge and I went to open his belt and get at the contents. Somehow we managed the to transfer ourselves to the bedroom, Paul helping me undress him in the process and as he lay back on the bed I crawled up between his legs and finally pulled down his bulging briefs, so clean and brilliant white against the ebony skin and his beautiful cock sprang up ready, to attention before my eyes. He stopped me just as my mouth was opening in anticipation, placing his hands under my armpits to pull me higher, then flipped his legs over to trap my own, his cock squashed between my thighs and wrapped his arms over my back, holding me tightly against his hot body. `Pain before pleasure, you remember?' >From the corner of my eye I'd seen Tom remove his jacket and T-shirt after he'd helped us hobble to the bed and now he had undone his belt buckle and was pulling it through the hasps on his jeans. I'd not really been introduced and he was going to belt my backside, my cock started twitching in its sticky mess even though it had just unloaded and my hands went to clasp the back of Paul's head as my mouth came down to his just in time as the first stroke landed across my arse cheeks. Whack! Whack! Whack! He was someone who had no intention of hanging around. Whack! Whack! Whack! I managed to count to six in my head even while attempting to bury my face in Paul's mouth, but when I finally had to come up for air my eyes were streaming and my arse on fire. He was smiling.
You really get off on this don't you? I could only nod in agreement. It was true, I'd only just shot my load but this was getting me going again and part of me wanted more. I got it, but not quite in the way I would have expected. Paul told Tom to come round and kneel over his head; he wanted to watch Tom's cock fuck my face from close up. Tom was obviously no beginner and within seconds it seemed his naked body was kneeling on the bed astride Paul's head with one hand pulling at my hair and the other prising my mouth open to accept his semi erect uncircumcised six inch cock. Paul's face really was mere inches away and when Tom used both of his hands to hold my head upright and steady he used one of his to feel alongside Tom's cock as he fed his cock into my open mouth, at one time getting two fingers inside to feel around and stretching my lips further apart than I would have thought possible. It was the strangest feeling that first time, and remained so on other occasions, it always felt odd to have a cock and some fingers inside my mouth at the same time, one feeling across my teeth and around my mouth, the other attempting to fuck my throat. The thought that Paul's face was merely a couple of inches away, watching closely as his friends cock slid in and out of my clenched lips, thrusting down my throat and bouncing over my adams apple, only acted as an additional incentive for me to try and ignore the strain on my neck and the fingers tweaking my nipples as I did my best to use my tongue to further excite the hot throbbing shaft filling my mouth. Obviously I did something right as within far too short a period of time I was rewarded by a bruised nose as he slammed my head forward to plunge his tool down my throat where it unloaded a hot stream of man juice directly, it seemed, into my stomach. My nose hurt, I was gasping for breath and trying to swallow the deposits in my mouth but any thought of a pause to recover was quickly discarded when I found my body rapidly freed from Paul's grasp, roughly turned over with my legs flung above me to fall back on his shoulders as he knelt between my legs and, after a quick fingering, shoved his cock past my arse lips and almost all the way in. Just pausing briefly to adjust his position he told Tom. Hold him tight now. I've been waiting too long for this and ready or not he's going to get it.' It seemed I had no choice in the matter, not that I really wanted one, and he was a good as his word but it hurt. As he wriggled around to get comfortable his hard cock drove right home past any obstruction and paying absolutely no attention to my moans or requests he take it slowly Paul proceeded to fuck my tight arse with fast, strong, deep strokes while his friend knelt with my head trapped between his thighs and his hands pressing down on my shoulders. Suddenly, with no warning at all, Paul reached up to grab my ankles and thrusting them toward Tom with the half grunted exclamation, `Hold these,' rose from his previous semi kneeling position to tower over my bowed body and thrust home so hard I'm sure that I heard a crack when his ball sac collided with my arse cheeks. Whatever, it sent him over the edge and my rear was quickly filled by my second load of the evening while I could still taste the remains of the first in my mouth. Even more surprising, my own cock was stirring again inside my still warm cum soaked jock. This looked like it would be an interesting week. It turned out more than that. What with being caught by the room service boy one evening and Paul and Tom introducing me to part of the London club scene I returned to school a very different person and continued to develop my education with trips and stays in town whenever the opportunity rose with the result by the time I left school and prepared for colleges I considered myself fully versed and comfortable with my sexual inclinations. I either done it or seen it all and there was nothing else to learn. How wrong I was!
Author's Note
Ogedei's Boy ends here but will return in Part 2 when he will be over eighteen and therefore his memories and experiences may be shared in those areas of the world where, at present, it is not considered that males under the age of eighteen have sexual thoughts, let alone contacts and that any discussion or publication containing any mention of persons under that age can result prosecution and other dire consequences. [We all learn by experience -- but some of us have to go to summer school" -- Peter de Vries]