That Fateful Day

 By Rick

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My story starts today, really, as nothing like this has ever happened to me before. I was in class, sat next to a boy called Keith Pearson. Our desks were doubles and seated two.  He nudged me and when I looked at him he had this silly grin plastered on his face and was nodding his head downwards towards his crotch. I looked and saw he had a hard on.

Hard on's are not something I would generally admit to looking at. We all see them in the changing rooms and I suppose we have all popped one at one time or another. It's like, the others take the mickey out of you but it's soon forgotten, and I suppose I have taken the mickey often enough myself. When I see someone who’s popped one I always look, but make out it's just fun and nearly always ridicule the boy. On the occasions I've been caught, then I've always taken the ridicule aimed at me in good part, but been sure to point out mine was bigger than theirs and don't they wish theirs grew the same.

      Keith meanwhile, had this amazingly big erection tenting his pants and I watched it as he twitched it. Quite why, I don't know, but my own began to grow and started to make its way down the leg of my boxers, and it wasn't but a few seconds before it was straining against my trouser leg trying to burst it's way out. Keith spotted it almost immediately and, snickering, made a grab at it. Since we were in class, it was difficult to try to avoid him, and the best I could manage was to close my legs tightly and move my bum back as far as I could on my seat. The teacher, Mrs. Harrison, is an evil bitch of a feminist and was noted for giving us boys a dog's life, so any untoward noise or disruption would be met with her vengeance from hell.

      He managed to latch onto my dick and began to gently squeeze it and slowly wank me through my trousers. The electric thrill that ran through me was just awesome. I don't consider myself gay in any way shape or form and, in fact, the thought had never occurred to me. This however had really got my attention and I couldn't have stopped him if I'd tried. I was just on the verge of creaming my pants when he stopped. I let my held in breath out with a great whoosh which obviously drew looks from the other kids around us. I blushed beet red. He whispered, “Later Rick, meet me by the gates.”

      The rest of the class went by with me in a total haze and this feeling of revulsion, yet excitement too. In all my fifteen years I have never had anyone touch my dick. Trying to get my head around this was just too much altogether and the best I could come up with was, how the fuck am I going to avoid this? I'm not queer at all. My dick meanwhile was still rock hard and leaking, telling me a different story. I was sure there would be a wet patch on my grey school pants. Why the school had picked grey was beyond me, at least with black it wouldn't have been so visible, just a whitish mark when it dried.

      The end of class finally came and I held back in the hope I would be last out and could maybe hide my still semi-hard dick and wet spot with my books. I also needed to go to the boys’ room to try to wipe out the pre-cum before it dried into a white spot because everyone would know what it was. Keith jumped up as soon as the bell went and hotfooted it out, while I made a play of sorting my books into a size order pile. After a minute or two, Mrs. Harrison called down saying in her bitchy voice, “Are you planning on taking residence here Mr. Manning?” It's just totally amazing the effect that bitch had on my dick, because it very quickly shrank as I fumbled with my books. I was up like a shot and out of there, not even giving her the benefit of a look.

      Once out of the classroom I gave a quick glance down at my pants leg and was relieved to see only a very faint damp spot. I made my way to the last class of the day, joining the queue outside the door. I was last in line. Looking down the line, I could see the back of the dark head of Keith and felt my dick begin to stir all over again. I concentrated on anything other than sex and was totally relieved as the line began to move off and into maths class. I carefully avoided sitting anywhere near Keith. Or in fact anywhere he may have been in my line of sight. I ended up almost at the front, sat next to another kid who lived on the next street from me, and who I also often travelled with on the bus. His name is Carl Brown.

       I suppose he is a good-looking boy and I know I often wondered why we never hung out after school. He is the total opposite to Keith, having blond hair, amazing green eyes and maybe standing around 5'8". He is into running and has that lean runners build that I really envy. I am totally not fat but, to my mind, my build is definitely not muscular. I stand higher than most in my year and assumed I would fill out some when I finished my growth spurts. I stood at 5'10" and had dishwater coloured hair. Strangely, my eyebrows and long lashes are the most intense black, making my electric blue eyes stand out and become my main feature.

      As I sorted out my books, I was horrified to find myself looking down into Carl's crotch. Before I caught myself, I was definitely making out the bulge of his balls either side of the seam of his pants crotch and also realised I was wondering how big his cock would be. This is just too weird and scary. Blushing, I gave a sidelong glance and saw he had also caught me looking. I quickly concentrated on the board and what Mr. Jones was saying and writing. I hate sequencing. He was writing out about fifty sets of numbers telling us to write them into our books setting them out with all the workings in the page margins. God!.....Once you got the gist of this sort of problem they were like piss easy, but I still hated them, and maths in general. Strange, I always get an A or B+.

      Finally the bell went and it was time to go home. I had finished the problems like ten minutes ago and had made a good impression on the homework too. Carl asked, “You catching the bus?” (I often stayed in Diss and wondered round the shops, getting a lift home from my dad who worked there). I answered yes, and realised with relief that this would be my saving grace from Keith. I walked out to the bus stops as if I was joined at the hip to Carl. When I saw Keith, I made sure I was deep into chatting with Carl and refused to look his way as he leant on the gatepost. We got on the bus and continued to chat about this and that until our stop came up. Getting off, I said, “See you in the morning.”, turned and made my way over the three hundred yards home.

      I ran upstairs and into my room locking the door as I closed it. I stripped off and went into my bathroom, turned the shower on, let it warm up and got under the hot water. Aaaaaaaaaah! It is the best feeling in the world. I soaped myself up and began to pay close attention to my balls. My dick had already risen to the occasion, and as I slowly ran a soapy hand up and down it, teasing my foreskin back and forth, I again found myself thinking about Carls straining crotch seam. As the vision took hold so my speed picked up.

Within nanoseconds, I was arching my back and spewing spunk all over the shower door, it looked like gallons and definitely felt like it too. I went weak at the knees and ended up sat on the floor of my shower with my dick still pointing skywards giving no sign of going down this side of next week. I just leant against the wall letting the hot spray cascade over me whilst I kept hold of my cock, slowly and gently rolling my foreskin back and forth. My mind was full of Carl’s heavy balls and the imaginings of how his dick would look. I shot my second load five minutes later.

      Later, in my room I was panicked about where my thoughts had been going, and couldn't concentrate on my homework at all. I had only picked at my dinner earning a stiff rebuke from my mother and father. God! I don't want to be queer, but thinking about other boys’ balls and the definite buzz I got from Keith handling my dick, I couldn't help but begin to draw that conclusion. Analysing my feelings I realised that I didn't find gayness repulsive at all, just scary when you think of all the horror stories involving homophobes.  I also knew all too well that I'd never been on a date with a girl.

Thinking deeply was one of my traits and the conclusion I had arrived at over that situation was that I must be a late bloomer. Thinking about it now, I slowly but surely came to realise that not one girl had even come close to attracting my attention, ever! This was just too heavy by half and, again, panic slowly began to take hold of me. I eventually went to bed and stroked myself off, once more re-living the sensation of Keith’s hand on my cock. I know I dreamt of Carl, and me nuzzling my face into his hot crotch. I awoke the next day feeling totally unrested and haggard. I noticed black rings under my eyes as I combed my hair. I must have looked rough because even my mum remarked on it. She didn't offer me the day off though....

      The day dragged by as usual with the exception of the ride in. I had met with Carl at the bus stop and travelled in with him, which was a normal everyday occurrence. He rarely, if ever, touched onto his home life, but today he did. He told me of an amazing site he had come across on the web, asking if I had ever heard of it too. www.jackinworld.com. God! I was the King of it and actually said so. He looked at me sort of embarrassed like, and looking down at his feet, asked how many times a day I "did it”? I told him that on average I guessed it would 3 and very often 4. He totally blew my mind when he said he did too. So much for me being King of jacking off.

He went on to say that he often went camping at the weekends and if I fancied it I was welcome to go with him this coming weekend. It was to be a long weekend with us off school on Friday and Monday too. He would be setting off on Friday morning, returning when his father picked him up on Sunday evening. I asked where he was going, and he replied, down to Southwold. It's in Suffolk, on the coast, and not too far from Sizewell, which is a nuclear power station. Giggling, I asked if we would glow in the dark once we had been there? He looked pointedly at my crotch and said it will definitely make "him" easier to find in the dark. We both howled with laughter, drawing stares from the other kids. Of course I said yes, but that I would have to check with the rents first, though I knew it wouldn't be a problem.

      Today is Wednesday, and because I couldn't wait for Friday to come around, it dragged itself out so much so that I wanted to cheer as the final bell sounded. I was really quite frantic to get on the bus and continue my "sexciting" conversation with Carl once more. Once we were on and seated, I managed to steer him onto the web-site "jackinworld" asking how many different ways he had seen on there, had he tried any, and if so, what was his fave? He seemed reluctant to answer but I continued to press him. He eventually said that I had to promise not to tell anyone else, and made me swear that I wouldn't. I did of course, and when I said come on then, tell me! He said he would prefer to show me when we were camping.

My dick immediately sprang to life, and I thanked God we had only been able to get seats near the front of the bus as walking down the full length of the bus with a boner was definitely not my idea of fun. As we got off my throat had dried up and I couldn't speak at first. Carl looked on with obvious amusement at my predicament till eventually, looking down at my crotch, he asked me, “What’s up?” I blushed so hard, it felt like my face may melt but, on giving his crotch a quick glance, I could definitely see his pants bulging too. We chatted on for a few minutes more till he said he had better go or he would be in trouble for being late home. We parted company and I raced the few hundred yards home wishing my rents were home so I could ask about the camping trip.

      The shower once more was an orgasmic frenzy, and the time I spent in there must have cost the rents a small fortune. It's an electric one that heats the water as you use it. My dad is always going on about the length of my showers and the cost in a week. It has an adjustable head and can be set to a really fine powerful jet. I had discovered when I was fourteen that it gave me the most wonderful sensations if I played it on my arsehole. It was just wicked to place the showerhead on the floor of the shower and squat with my ring-piece directly over it. As I did just that I grasped my rigid cock and began to thrust. In doing this, the jets passed back and forth over my rosebud. Today I fantasized that it was Carl’s cock grazing across it and again, within nanoseconds, I was creaming the shower wall. God!...Now I know I must be queer. Weird I know, but it didn't faze me one bit.

      I spent hours that night locked in my room going over everything that had happened over the past two days. I was definitely turned on when Keith grabbed my cock almost to the point of creaming my pants. I remembered my inability to stop him and thanked the heavens that he had, or my trousers would have been a right mess. The embarrassment would have been appalling, and been hard to bear too.

Thinking about it, I'm sure Carl’s bulging balls were the bigger turn on, and I wondered if their size was any indication of his dick size too. They had definitely looked a lot bigger than mine and I certainly wasn't on the back row when they were given out either. We had never shared the same sports period, so I had never seen him in the showers at all. I decided I couldn't wait for Friday to come round and that, by hook or by crook, I was going to feel his equipment and if I could swing it, I knew I would be seeing it too. As I drifted off with my own balls cupped in my hand my thoughts were definitely centred around Carls dick.

      I slept like a log and was so soundly asleep when my alarm went off, I didn't hear it at first. It's one of those that gets progressively louder the longer you leave it. When it eventually got through to me I'm sure it must have woken the whole of Harleston. That’s where I live by the way, and is in Norfolk. I go to school in Diss, which is about thirteen miles away, and though there is a perfectly good high school in Harleston, I wouldn't be able to stay on till I am 18. It only keeps you till you’re 16, and it would have meant starting another school once I reached that age.

It's all very rural, and I could really smell the fact that the nearby farmer had gone out early, muck spreading. It is early September, the crops are in and they are ploughing all the old stalks into the land but muck spreading it first, and God! Does it stink! I've lived here all my fifteen years and I'm sure I will never get used to this stink. We have to put up with it twice a year too. Ah well! Up and at 'em. I had a quick cold cereal breakfast and rushed off to meet the new centre of excitement in my life. As I approached the bus stop there he stood, glowing, and very very desirable. I was definitely wondering quite what had got into me, but fuck! Roll on Friday; I can't wait.

      Entering the bus shelter, I realised that we were on our own and that no one else had turned up at all yet. He looked at me saying, “Hi Rick how you doing?” Carl had this silly grin all over his face as I walked up to him saying, “Hi, Carl.” back at him. Quick as a flash, I pointed to his side, across the road, and as he turned his head to look, I made a sly grab for his cock. I managed to cup my hand so the fingers were right under his balls and as I gave a gentle squeeze it was a shock not only to him, but to me too as I felt the size and weight of his equipment. He couldn't even back up out of my grasp because he was leant against the side of bus shelter, so I was able to keep hold and really grope him up.

I could feel that his cock was growing in my hand, and was really quite devastated as he eventually managed to dodge sideways and out of my hold. As he ducked sideways, he grabbed onto my crutch and whether by accident or design got his hand wrapped around my own rapidly hardening cock and gave it a few quick squeezes before letting go. We were both blushing something fierce, but on looking up, I was happy to see his smile and the wink he gave me. He totally stunned me when I heard him say, "Fuck! Roll on Friday!"

      Seconds later, other kids began to enter the bus shelter and the normal school day began as the bus turned up and we all piled on. I had to hold my bag over my crutch to hide my raging hard boner. The problem of hiding Junior several times a day actually begins to fray the nerves, and although this time he was at attention due to Carl, he had been a difficult if pleasurable problem since I was 12. He popped his head up at some of the most difficult of times, but the bus was always a definite. One of these days, I will learn to sit at the front so as not to have to run the gauntlet every time I'm getting off one. I had noticed that the girls were the worst for spotting it, and had often seen one or another of them nudging her friend as I queued to get off the bus. A good few had also learned that a bag strategically placed was there for a purpose, and would often try to grab it away to further compound my embarrassment.

It is a pity that after all my self-examination of the previous 2 nights, I had discovered that not one girl so far had turned me on. I further came to the conclusion that most of we boys were nothing more than totems they could use and brag about. The main prob I found was the grey pants. Black would have been so much better, but grey didn't hide anything at all. At full mast, Junior was around 7" with a circumference of 5.5" so you will be able to tell he wasn't too easy to conceal. I stand at 5'10" and can remember before my last growth spurt how it was then. 

Puberty hit me when I was 12 1/2 and by the time I got to 13 ½, he had grown to 6", and though a good bit thinner than he is now, I only stood 5' tall so he would often be straining to poke out the top of my pants. I often think I should switch to briefs, but I love that feeling of almost freeballing which I get from wearing boxers and briefs, on the few occasions I'd worn them, had a tendency to allow my balls to ride under my crotch which could prove to be very uncomfortable, especially when sitting down, ouch!

      The bus ground its way along the country lanes picking other kids up on its way. Carl and I chatted on about our camping trip which took my mind of my "little problem", and it wasn't till I had got off the bus that I realised Junior had relaxed. Southwold beach had been our main topic, and my memory of it was it being really long, and that it was made up of pebbles and shale that had banked into waves of their own along the shoreline. To walk along it was really hard work. I suppose I had been there five or six times so far. I preferred Great Yarmouth, which was about 20 or 30 miles further up the coast and had a great funfair, and a very long sandy beach.

A small town called Dunwich was around the Southwold area too and many years ago had lost half the town into the sea due to a landslip. The shoreline there rose somewhat and though not actually cliffs it stood high enough for the sea to erode underneath it causing frequent lumps of it to fall away into the sea. There were warnings all over the place about it. I had been there a few times, and weird as it may sound I always found the place eerie, but there was a great fish and chip shop there. We had decided to take our bikes with us, and I had no doubt we would be eating Dunwich fish and chips for at least one lunch or supper.

We were both into fishing, I had discovered, and it amazed me that we had never run into each other, ever, when we compared our fave spots. We discovered that we went to all the same places. We planned on taking some tackle to fish off the beach with. The day again crawled by and with the excitement of our trip and Carls hints etc. I was totally frayed by the time the final bell sounded, and we were at last released for four glorious days of warm spring sunshine and hopefully, Carl and sex!

Carl and I parted company almost as soon as we got off the bus. I rocketed the few hundred yards home and went to batter the shower again. God! I have to calm down, as I'm sure I will wear it out, and I don't mean the shower. Imagine no more five finger shuffles; I shuddered at the thought. I finished up in the shower and got dressed in comfy cut down joggers and t-shirt, and padded around barefoot gathering my stuff together.

First came my sleeping bag, which originally was bought as a zip-apart one that could be joined with another. The other was in my brother James's room; he was away at uni and wouldn't be home till summer break. I got that too, and rolled the pair together thinking it would be cool to zip up and sleep together with Carl. My fishing tackle was stored in the garage so, slipping some trainers on, I went there and sorted out the small tackle box and a 16' beachcaster that had taken me 9 months to save for. It is carbon fibre and soooooo light. It goes like a cannon if you get the whip right as you cast, and can easily reach the surf line where all the good bass live.

I use a Mitchell multiplier, which I had nightmares with when I first began to use it. The birds’ nests I got and the line it cost me was crippling, not to mention the lures and weights. I had practiced well, though, and could do now use it like an old hand. I love fighting a good bass, also on that coast I had often caught some good-sized codling, which were fabulous in my mum’s beer batter, and deep fried with her home cut chips (thick fries).

      The evening wore on for ever, and it took me only an hour to get my stuff ready and down to the garage ready to go in Carls dads Hi-Lux pick-up in the morning. I soon became restless and bored. We would use Carls tent, which he assured me was an 8-man ridge tent with loads of room for us two. He insisted it was tall enough to stand up in and would be big enough to even keep our bikes in. I know that my dad has a 4 roomed frame tent tucked away somewhere, and I remembered us using it once in France when I would be about 10. I can also remember him saying after we arrived back home, "Well that’s camping over and done with." and none of us have ever seen or heard of it again.

He bought it off a friend who swore by it being the best sort of holiday for young families, and I'm totally sure if it hadn't been for the fact his friend had moved to Scotland, he would never have spoken to him again. He hated it, especially the spiders and other creepy crawlies that invaded us 24/7. His phobia, as you may guess, is spiders, and with us living out in the country he goes on a nightly spider hunt in their bedroom before he will get into bed. It's so bad; he won't allow anything to be hung on the walls that they can hide behind, weird.

      I had set my alarm for 7am and was "up and at em" immediately it went off. I had a quick shower, cleaned my teeth, got dressed and was down stairs within 20 minutes of it ringing. My mum stood there with her mouth hanging open so I cheekily went up to her and putting my fingers under her chin I closed it and gave her a quick peck. Her comment was, “If you can get up so easily because you're going camping why can't you do it every other day?" I smiled at her and asked what was for breakfast. She called me a cheeky beggar, smiled, and asked if bacon and eggs were ok. "Please!" I said and sat at the table chugging down a glass of orange juice.

"Don't just sit there" she said, "put some bread in the toaster and make the toast, your dad will be back in a minute, he's gone for his paper". I did it and stood over the thing wondering why it took so long. Our toaster is a bit too manic, and you have to stand by it because as it pops, the toast must fly a foot in the air and you can bet that if you’re not there to catch it, it will surely end up on the floor. I had made 6 rounds when dad came in and mum was just saying "It’s ready, come and get it whilst it’s hot".

I said good morning to my dad, and sat down to enjoy my mums delish bacon and eggs. She fries the bacon in a pan, and the bacon fat that gathers there is used to quickly dip 3 half slices of bread which she then grills to a golden brown, puts one on each plate, and sits a perfectly fried egg on top. I have beans with my mine, and the combination of tastes is just so much, I could orgasm sometimes. I know I've gone on a bit, but if you tasted my mum’s cooking you would, too.

      I had just finished rinsing off the crockery and loading it into the dishwasher, when I heard Carl’s dad sound his horn out front. I was out like a shot, and grabbing my stuff from the garage before Carl could get to the door. He came over to me, and asked what he should take and we soon had it loaded, including my bike. Mum came out at that point with a cooler she said she had put a few things in and, reaching into her apron pocket, gave me my phone which she said she had remembered to charge, and making the quip, " You'd forget your head if it wasn't screwed on."

Dad had come out too, and they both stood waving as we set off. I asked Carl’s dad to stop at the cash machine on the high street and I drew some cash. We then stopped at the fishing tackle shop, bought bait and some other bits and pieces. On a sand or mud beach, we would normally dig for Lugworm but, Southwold being shingle and pebble, it wasn't an option. We arrived at Southwold about an hour later going into the road that takes you down to all the boatyards and fishermen’s huts.

We drove slowly past them all on a rough track eventually coming out by the sea wall and turning left past the holiday caravans and on to the campsite. Carl’s dad paid our fee and stayed long enough to help us pitch the tent and stash our stuff. I got the primus stove going and made us all a welcome cup of tea. Looking in the cooler, I saw mum had packed loads of sandwiches, bacon, a carton of eggs, bread, and 3 cans of beans along with 2 spare ice packs. 

She said we should ask the campsite store to freeze them for us so we had somewhere to keep stuff cool all the time we were there. She had rung them apparently, and they were more than happy to do this for us. We finished our tea and Carl’s dad left, making sure to tell us that if we had any probs at all, we were to ring and he would come and get us. Carl programmed his dad’s mobile number into my phone, so we both had it.

      We both went into the tent, when he'd gone, and I was amazed at the room in it. We were both on our knees, setting our sleeping bags out, and as I began to zip my two together I nudged Carl to let him see what I'd brought. He looked over, and this big silly grin appeared on his face just as he leapt onto me. We rolled about, each trying to get the better of each other.  I had managed to get him pinned, and was intent on holding him there, when I felt him grab my crotch. I jumped with surprise and pleasure as he felt around till he got hold of my dick.

I just flopped over onto my back saying, "You have till next week to let go." He giggled and moved to sit on my thighs all the time keeping his hold on my now throbbing cock. I reached up to his and sure enough he was rock solid too. I said, if we are going to do this we had better close the flaps, so he jumped off and went to close them. He turned back around and began to undo his pants, first having slipped his t-shirt off. I just lay there, dry mouthed and dumb. He undressed all the way down to his boxers and slowly resumed his seat on my thighs.

Once he was sat down he moved to undo my belt and button then my zip was slowly undone. Shunting down my legs he tugged my pants as I lifted my bum, then he pulled them off altogether. I was shaking like a leaf. He then went to take off my t-shirt and, after a bit of shuffling about, off it came, leaving us both down to badly tented boxers. He then moved so that both our dicks were in contact, and slowly humped them together. I was a total wreck at this point and like putty in his hands.

He fumbled about a bit, and I then felt his dick snaking up the leg of my boxers till it was side by side with mine. At this point we both sort of lost all control and humped wildly, with the precum we were both leaking making it all wonderfully slippery. The sweat was pouring off both of us adding to the sensation and we both let out loud AAAAAAAAAH's! and creamed each other’s bits. It was just totally mind blowing, and Carl collapsed onto me whimpering and snuggling his head into my neck. I instinctively wrapped my arms around him and pulled him even tighter to me. God! I think I'm in love.

      We must have lain there for half an hour, because as Carl eventually moved, our cum had dried and I felt some pubes being torn out. He looked at me sheepishly whispering, "Sorry, I didn't realise."  I don't know what came over me, but I grabbed him back down to me and gave him a big wet kiss. He seemed to go all floppy, and before I knew it I felt his tongue probing against my teeth and his dick growing against my own, which was also rapidly hardening.

We held each other like that until it was either break apart or suffocate. He began to move down my chest and stomach till he reached the elastic of my boxers. I watched him slowly work them down till my dick was visible and he just began to lick it. After a few swipes of his tongue, I watched as he sank his mouth onto it and then began to bob up and down, as if his life depended on it. The sensation was like nothing I could have imagined. It was like intense heat and this wonderful slippery feeling as he swirled his tongue around my bell end.

I have tasted my own cum, and I have to say it isn't an altogether unpleasant taste, and as I quickly came to the boil I said, quite urgently, "I'm there, get off" but he clamped on tighter, and almost seemed to swallow my cock whole just as it began to pulse and squirt. After he had finished, he looked up, gave his patented wink and smacked his lips with his tongue going, "mmmmmmm, yummy, you taste wonderful". He then moved up and kissed me. I could taste my cum on his lips, and rolling him onto his back I slowly kissed my way down to his cock and returned the favour.

He has this really long foreskin and it was just unbelievable to work my tongue up it and roll it back to get at his bell end His cock is as long as mine, but not quite as thick. I had got his ball sack in my hand and was gently rolling them around and, yes; they were half as big as mine again. As I bobbed up and down his cock, I truly thought I had gone to heaven. The smell of our previous cum, his precum and that special smell that is always present around my own balls and dick, was driving me wild.

I kept going till he bucked under me and filled my mouth with his cream. I chugged it down greedily and stayed there till he had gone soft, all the while revelling in the scents that I was breathing in. I decided that I could go to sleep with my head there every night, and never tire of it; it was totally intoxicating.

      We slowly recovered and I just didn't want to let go of his cock. I was gently lapping it with my tongue, savouring all the boy flavours. I looked up at Carls face and he just had this really serene look that made my heart want to melt. Smiling down at me, he said we had better move before the day was all but over. I could have stayed there forever.

Reluctantly, I let his wonderful cock slip from my mouth and moved up to kiss him. He grasped hold of me and pulled me into a tight hug whispering, "You have no idea how long I've dreamt of this. I think I'm in love." I admitted that that had been my own thought just a few minutes ago but I had never dreamt of anything like this until a few days ago. I also went on to say, “I hope it never ends.”

He kissed me again and as he pulled away, said "Me, too." I looked at my watch, and was surprised to see we had been in here for more than 2 hours. We stayed messy and got dressed. I have to say we were both totally buzzing at the feeling of our mixed love juices drying onto our bodies, and stiffening our boxers as they too dried, it was a total turn-on.

      I got the primus going again, and boiling up some water to make tea. Carl meanwhile got out paper plates and napkins and made us both a plate full of mum’s sandwiches and fruitcake. We ate it hungrily, and after disposing of our rubbish we stashed all our stuff away including our bikes, then hiked over the sea defences with our fishing tackle and on to the waters edge. The tide was coming in and there was a good surf line, too.

I began to get excited, as I saw all the signs for some good bass fishing. I set my rod up with my fave lure, set my rod stand up and listened for the snap and whoosh as I cast far out beyond the surf. I began to slowly reel in and within seconds I felt the bite. I struck it hard and began the battle of getting him in. Carl saw what was going on, and quickly got ready with the landing net. I was ecstatic as I felt the pull of the fish, he was a big one and I thanked my dad silently for the new spool of 20lb line he had got me. 

I reckon it took me nearly ten minutes to play that fish and Carl whooped as he netted it and walked it ashore. As I scanned it and estimated he weighed in at around 4 lbs. We at least had our supper. Yummy. Having got our dinner, we changed tackle and put sinkers on, a wire trace, baited up all 8 hooks and cast out to try and get some dabs (small plaice). With four hooks each we were hopeful of dabs for tomorrow mornings breakfast.

It wasn't too long before Carl’s beeper was sounding off and as he reeled in we saw he had two nice plaice hooked. I was over the moon and Carl said excitedly, “What a result!” It was still only 2 o'clock and we had our dinner hooked and our breakfast, too.

      We decided to pack up as we can only eat so much fish, even though we are 15; growing boys and bottomless pits, to boot. I took out my knife and gutted the fish, throwing the guts into the sea for the gulls to feed off. They swooped in greedily as we walked back to our campsite. Carl took the freezer packs over to the campsite shop, and was soon back with a pack of tin foil in which to wrap the fish. I put it into the cooler and, as planned, we went off to the shower block to clean up taking a change of clothes with us.

We weren’t the only ones in either, so we made it a quick job and hotfooted it back to the tent. Putting our dirty stuff into a black bag we had brought for the purpose, we then hopped onto our bikes and cycled off into Southwold proper. It's a really bustling little coastal town with cafes and loads of different shops. Its also really quite old, and nice too, with, I guess, the majority of buildings dating from the Victorian period.

Lots of Suffolk towns and villages are really ancient and, as we had learned in classes, the whole county has sort of bypassed most modern development and very often lives in a sort of time warp, with lots of villages not even having the benefit of street lighting. We had been told that there were still quite a few remote properties that didn't have electricity, just a cold tap in the kitchen with all cooking and water heating done with solid fuel. Imagine, a few people still light their homes with lanterns and candlelight. Personally, I couldn't come to grips with it at all. God! No telly either!

      We made our way to a cafe and ordered soft drinks and sandwiches. We gobbled them down and were off, once more following the beach road up towards Sizewell. We could see the large white dome of the reactor in the distance. As we passed the long car park, we spotted some other kids around our age playing a game of soccer.

We stopped to watch, leaning our bikes on the perimeter fence. We were soon spotted and this blond kid of about 14 asked us if we wanted to join in. Locking our bikes up, we were soon in amongst the fray, and into what turned out to be a very competitive game. We all took a rest and the usual introductions were made, with questions of which school we went to, and because it was Diss in Norfolk, what were we doing here etc, etc, etc.

They were a really friendly bunch and it was amazing that one of them, the kid who had asked us to join the game, was, in fact, the son of the owner of our campsite. He is, as I said, blond, with these amazingly bright green eyes. He stands about 5'6" but is really quite stocky. His name turned out to be James, my brother’s name too. I think he is really good looking and, glancing at Carl, I was sure he thought so too. He had on some really cool Nike shorts and he was either freeballing or his boxers were really loose and thin, cos I could see the outline of his dick so well I could even see the shape of his bell end. It had me wondering what his would taste like.

      The group began to break up and James asked if we were going back to the campsite. I looked across to Carl and he nodded. James asked us if he could have a lift off us, so, agreeing, he hopped onto my seat and we set off back. My bike’s really cool and had been a birthday present; it has front and back suspension and 22 gears. I've had it well over 40 mph cos I got a right stuffing off my dad one day when he saw me and paced me. I didn't race back but just took my time with this angel hanging onto my waist all the way.

Once we were there, he asked where we were camped, then scooted off to the shop. He came back about 5 mins later with three dewed-up Pepsi’s. We took one and each and chugged them down thirstily. He hung around for the next couple of hours, chatting about this and that, and we really had quite a good time. I couldn't help taking frequent looks at his cock, and I'm sure he was all too aware of both Carl and my interest, cos he moved around to make it all the more obvious.

I know I definitely had a chub for a lot of the time, and I know he saw it, cos I watched him taking quick peeks. It was Carl who asked him if he wanted to eat with us and, getting up, got the cooler and showed him our fish. In the cooler was a tub of salad from my mum, including some potato salad and coleslaw. When she packs food for me, you would def think she was feeding an army. There was really more than enough to feed three.

He readily agreed and scooted off home to tell his rents. He returned about 15 mins later laden with bread rolls, butter, and an apple pie, plus a carton of cream and three spoons and dishes. Yummy. We were going to eat well today.

      I got the primus stove going and the frying pan set up to do the fish. Carl was setting up the paper plates with generous portions of salads on each, while James buttered the rolls. As I put the fish in to fry, Carl scooted over to the shop, returning with 2 cans each of soft drink. Personally, I preferred tea with my meal and had the kettle going already on Carl’s camping gas burner. As the fish was quickly fried, I portioned it off in the pan and served it up.

We all three tucked in hungrily and, within 1/2 an hour, we had demolished the lot. It was just delish. It must have been, cos there wasn't a crumb left. As we sat back and chatted, James asked to look in the tent. I got up and he followed me in with Carl close behind. He giggled when he saw the double sleeping bag set up and quite boldly asked if there would be room for three. I looked over his shoulder at Carl who was eagerly nodding his head and looking back at me wide-eyed.

It was seven o'clock now and, though still only May, it was definitely drawing into dark, so we went outside and cleared up our rubbish whilst James went off to ask if he could camp out. He was back very quickly with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. We took it as a yes and I clapped him around his shoulder and pulled him into a hug. His crotch was pulled up tight against my thigh and I could def feel his heavy cock twitch against me.

It was a very warm night and, rather than get in the tent too early, we decided to go for a walk along the beach for another hour or two. James had brought a gas lantern, but it was still far too early to be cooped up in the tent despite the fun and games we envisaged. James had brought a warm top back with him and we both thought that, as he lived here, he probably knew it would get cool so we both put one on too, and set off to the beach in a happy carefree mood.

We set off along Southwold beach crunching our way along the tidal waves of smooth round stone and shale. I began to ponder why it was that I had never really had any close friends all my life so far. I knew other kids of course, but I'd never been close to another and had never even felt the inclination to be, either.

The realisation that Carl had been virtually the sole person I had thought about for the past six days really made me sit up and take notice of my life so far. Before my brother James had gone to Uni we had been very close and done loads of stuff together. In fact, it was James who had taught me how to fish, ride my bike, play cricket, and indeed to wank.

      I remember that afternoon all too well. I had gone barging into his room when I was about twelve. Both our parents were out, dad at work, and mum out shopping. I was going to ask him if he fancied coming fishing but as I walked into his room the thing I saw was James laid out on his bed naked. He was just on the "gravy stroke" and was arching his back, moaning softly and squirting this white stuff from his enormous (to my twelve yr old eyes) dick.

I simply stood with my jaw on my knees, rooted to the spot, and wide-eyed. I simply didn't have a clue what he was doing. As he came down from his sexual high, he noticed me standing in his doorway. As you can imagine, he was furious and began to scream obscenities at me all the while trying to cover his fifteen-year-old boner with his hands. I know I nearly crapped myself in fright as he had hardly ever raised his voice at me in my entire life. I ran from his room into mine, slamming my door, and landing on my bed totally devastated, and in hysterical tears.

       I had been there for around 10 minutes I suppose, still crying, when I heard a gentle tapping on my door. I heard the door open and the sound of James padding across my floor. He gently sat down on the edge of my bed and leant over grabbing me into a hug. He lifted my chin and looked down at me with the most tender of smiles on his face. Very quietly he began to say, "How many times must I ask you to knock on my door before you barge in?"

I tearfully replied, "Loads, I'm sorry James but what were you doing with your private, and what was all that funny looking white stuff?”

He replied, "It's what all boys do Rick, you will too soon. It's very pleasurable and I bet that by the time you reach 13 you will be making the "funny white stuff" too". It's called cumming and the stuff is sperm and what babies are made with."

      For another hour or so he explained tons of previously really puzzling stuff to me and, in truth, by the end of it I had a raging three and a half inch boner. He had explained all about rolling my foreskin back and forwards to get the thrill as he called it, and within five minutes of him leaving my room I had shut myself in my bathroom and was bang at it for my very first time. I've been totally hooked since, gradually creeping up to being at least a three times a day man.

      Carl thumping my arm and asking me which cloud I was on brought my mind back to reality. I gave him a definite leery but puzzled look. He grinned at me and said, "I'll ask you again. How many times a day do you pull your pud? I do it at least three times and James here says he is the same".

I was amazed that the topic was so close to my daydreams of a few minutes ago and answered, “Well, I do it at least three times a day too, sometimes four or five depending on what I look at on the web.” We all three broke out simultaneously and couldn’t understand a word. We all slowly began to quiet down, and I then heard the last thing James said before he shut up and it came out as www.jackinworld.com.

I grinned at Carl and gave him a high five shouting "YEEEEEESSSSSSSS!” James gave us both a confused look so I began to explain that Carl had only told me at the beginning of this week about the site and that I'd been on it every night since. We all giggled with him, then asking, “What other sites I looked at and if I had ever been on Nifty.org?” I shook my head and asked what it was. He said he wouldn't say and that if I wanted to know I would have to go and see for myself. Carl, meanwhile, was finding it difficult to keep a straight face and I was sure he knew what it was all about. I reminded myself to remind myself to ask him, when we were next on our own.

      Before we knew it, it was 10 o'clock, so we began to make our way back to the campsite. We had bought some pie and chips from the chippy (English fast food outlet) and had scarfed the lot down as if we had never eaten. Carl was rooting through his backpack when we got back into the tent, looking for a lighter he had brought. He wanted it to light the gas lantern. James and I entered too, with him going first. It was pitch black and he had stopped and turned side on. I walked into him, bumping into him with my crotch right in his hand. I felt him give a quick grope and squeeze and begin to giggle.

He didn't let go until we were both surprised by the spark and light from Carls lighter as he started to light the lantern. James moved away with a mischievous smile on his handsome face. I was left standing there with a very chubbed up dick and a slight glow on my cheeks. I was freeballing and wearing my white Nike track bottoms so it stood out like a sore thumb. As Carl turned, he looked down at my chub, and quick as a flash said, "I can see you're definitely pleased to see me!" and giggled loudly.

James began to speak at the same time, and as Carl turned to look his way I saw my opportunity and leapt onto Carl wrestling him to the ground. It resulted in a free for all with James leaping onto me. Between them, they got me rolled onto my back with Carl sat on my chest and James astride my legs. I felt him tugging the cord to my pants, and then the tug of them being ripped down my legs. I could feel the cool air round my nuts as he got them down and the next thing was his hot breath then a hot mouth closing over my cock. All resistance from me ceased, and I must have just lain there with a silly grin on my face totally zoned out cos the next thing was Carls cock prodding at my lips.

      It must have been around 2 o'clock before we finally got ourselves into our sleeping bags. We all three managed to get into the two that were zipped together, with me in the middle, and the next thing I remember was waking up to James having hold of my piss hard, and the feeling of my dick being enveloped into something tight and hot. I opened my eyes and saw him bent forwards at the waist, on his side away from me with him pushing his bum onto my cock. It felt incredible and I couldn't help myself as I next grasped him by the hips and began to push into him.

Oh God! The heat was incredible, plus he must have used something on himself cos it was also incredibly slippery and moist. I began to thrust into him enjoying the feeling of my balls slapping against him on each inward thrust. He was moaning and grabbing my hand onto his wickedly fat cock. He had about six and a half inches, uncut, but extremely thick with the most wonderfully baggy set of balls. I grasped onto him and began to roll the skin back and forth feeling it twitch with every roll back of his foreskin.

He whispered, "Slow down, don't cum too quick, lets make it last." I settled into a long slow rhythm and we fucked for probably fifteen to twenty minutes before I lost all control, speeded up on James's cock too, and just went over the edge completely when his ring began to contract on my cock as he came in great gushing spurts. I couldn’t believe he was only fourteen.

      As Carl slept on, oblivious to what James and I had just done, we crept out of the sleeping bag, grabbed our wash kit and made our way over to the toilet and shower block. James went straight into a stall saying, "Won't be long, I'm just going to have your baby." I went to the urinals and let fly with a long satisfying stream of pee.

After our shower we went back to the tent to find Carl just waking up, yawning and giving his nuts a good scratch. We both leapt onto him getting a loud ouch! I dove straight for his piss hard and sank onto it with my mouth whilst James played with his nuts. We all ended up naked again; covered in each other’s cum and, about 40 minutes later, James and I had our second shower of the day, along with a grinning Carl. When we told him later what we had been up to whilst he slept, he just stood owl eyed and excited looking. We then went into Southwold to find a much needed café and breakfast.

      After a whopping great English breakfast of bacon, eggs, sausages, beans, tomatoes, fried bread, toast, and about three mugs of tea we began to feel human once more. My appetite never ceases to amaze me, but I never seem to be able to fill myself. I often wonder if its the amount of wanking I do, and wonder if its all the protein I need to keep making to supply my daily cum needs. Prob is, I just don't seem able to leave Junior alone.

We all three left the café, planning on making our way back to the tent to grab our fishing tackle, and once more go fishing. We still had the dabs in the chiller box, which James said he would take back to the campsite shop when he went for his tackle. He was going to ask his mum if she would freeze them for us and we would take them home with us on Sunday night. In fact, when we told him we had stopped fishing early yesterday because we had what we needed he said we would be able to freeze any we had over and be able to give our own mums a surprise of loads of fresh caught fish.

      About ten minutes later, James returned with his own rod etc. and off we went. He told us that his uncle was a lobster potter and if we wanted any to take home including crabs, he would be able to see him later and ask for some. They would be ridiculously cheap compared to the shop prices. I got my mobile phone out and gave mum a ring, telling her what James had just told me. After lots of fussing about were we ok, had we had enough to eat and stuff, she told me to get what I could and she would give me what I paid for them. Relaying this to James, he asked for my phone, then phoned his uncle who he said would be out in his boat now. He arranged for us to have his Sunday morning catch, which would save him loads of time, and miles in deliveries making his Sunday an easy one.

      We made it to the beach and set up our rod rests, clipped our lures or hooks on, baited up the hooks and settled in for a few hours of excellent fishing. Within ten minutes Carls rod was beeping and he was feeling something on his line. It was excellent; between us we must have had thirty lbs of fish within five hours. There were about six really good codling maybe eight nice plaice and two rather nice bass. I had caught both bass, and had a really cool fight getting them in.

Carl was an ace using the landing net, and had no qualms whatever wading out to waist height and scooping them out of the sea. It was a really warm day so he soon dried off. He only had on his white tracky bottoms and a t-shirt. It was really hot to see him cos he was freeballing, too, so his cock and balls were just so totally visible through the wet nylon of his trackkies. He wasn't in the least bothered, either. I know James chubbed up every time he looked at him.

      When we packed up, having gutted all our fish, we made our way back to the camp shop. James went in the back and came out with a roll of tin foil so we wrapped each fish up. His mother, who was really nice, took them from us and put them in the freezer. She then asked us if we'd all like to come for tea later in the afternoon.

James was nodding enthusiastically, so we readily and gratefully accepted. She told us all not to rush off too quickly, and, going into the back, came back five minutes later handing us all a couple of sandwiches each. They were wonderful unsmoked Suffolk ham and tomato on lovely fresh crusty bread, and insisting on paying for three Pepsi's, we soon made short work of them. Suffolk btw, is one of the major producers of pork and chicken throughout the whole of Great Britain. It's amazing how useful the crap you learn in school is sometimes.

      We made our way back to the tent, going inside and making an effort at tidying it up. It was an absolute tip. James had brought a soccer ball so as soon as we finished we were out kicking it around. Within half an hour, our group had grown to six as a few of James's friends dropped by to see where he had been. We ended up having a couple of really cool hours of football and, as it was now time to go to James's for his mum’s tea, we bade our farewells and went to enjoy it.

His dad was there when we arrived and made us really welcome, remembering us from the previous morning when we arrived. The tea turned out to be more of a dinner really, as she served us all with generous helpings of shepherd’s pie and loads of fresh veggies. We finished off with a choice of sherry trifle or apple pie and homemade ice cream. All us boys chose the apple pie and I have to say the ice cream was actually better than my mum’s, and she is really proud of hers. I won't even mention it when I get home.

      It was now eight o'clock and dark. We had stayed and watched a bit of telly. James's dad had refused to let him stay with us again, saying he had to be up early for church, and if he camped out he would no doubt be late and miss it altogether. We made our farewells, remembering to thank Mrs. Bloomfield for her delicious meal and also for keeping our fish frozen. We arranged to meet James at eleven thirty the following morning. We had already asked if it would be ok if he came Harleston to visit us through the summer, and his mum and dad had been quite happy to agree that he could.

      We left leaving a sad James behind, and decided to take another moonlit walk along the beach. It was cool watching the brightly lit and huge car and passenger ferries en-route to Scandinavia. They came out of Harwich in the county of Essex, which was about forty or so miles south of Southwold. The ships we could see were really plentiful, and we supposed that lots of them were also cargo vessels plying their way across the North Sea to the Port of London; as well as the huge container port of Felixstowe which was in this county of Suffolk, and not least those that would be heading south for the English Channel, and on out into the Atlantic Ocean and the world.

We are a sea-faring nation, and I am sure the excitement I felt seeing these enormous ships was all part of my heritage as an Englishman and actually in my genes. More school crap btw. We had done it in geography and the teacher had gone on to demonstrate the many English names littered throughout the world, and said that our seafaring traits were a direct result of inhabiting an island.

I was amazed at the amount of place names in America that were named after the towns and cities here in England where the early English settlers had settled. London, Boston, Washington, and York are but four. I am sure that if the French hadn’t interfered with our supply ships as much as they did in the seventeen hundreds, we would be seeing our "Good Queen Liz" as "Queen of America" too, not forgetting President Blair, he he, (joke).

      We slowly made our way back to camp and fumbled our way in, whilst waiting for the lantern to be lit. Once we had light, I began to search through my fishing tackle box for a jar of Vaseline I kept in there for putting on my rod ferrules every time I use it in the sea. Carl giggled when I threw it to him. We had chatted about it whilst on the beach and had agreed to play it by ear, and if we felt we could "do it" then the lube was to hand. It was about eleven o'clock so we quickly got ready for bed. Like there was a lot of getting ready to do, all we had to do was drop our trousers, take off our top and tee-shirt, shoes and socks and we were ready. That is naked, yeaaaaaaaaaaaah!

      Within minutes we were in the sixty-nine position with a good mouthful of each other. I have often read stories and stuff, where calling someone a cocksucker is regarded as an insult. Well, if peeps want to insult me by calling me a cocksucker, then bring it on cos I think it's just awesome and I love it. Carl’s cock meanwhile was throbbing in my mouth as I gently kneaded his ball bag, rolling his wonderfully large testicles around.

An idea occurred to me and, quietly grabbing the Vaseline, I got the lid off, dipping my finger in and getting a generous glob of it. I slowly began to rub it around Carl’s pucker eventually managing to slip a finger up him. Feeling around, I tried to find his prostate. I had read about this on the web and understood it heightened sexual feeling in the male if it was gently massaged. I found it I think cos Carl suddenly began to squirm and moan. He was bucking quite wildly too, and within just a few seconds of finding his magic spot, I could feel his dick swell in my mouth and, sure enough, he began to spurt his boyjuice down my throat.

When he had come down from his sexual high, we switched around and he began to lube me up and slowly insert his finger into my pucker. It was the weirdest of feelings and I couldn't make my mind up if it was pleasant or awful. As he finally found my magic button, pleasant wasn't the right word; awesome was sooooooo much better. I just knew I had to cum. It was an imperative and, just like Carl, I was spraying his tonsils very quickly after he found it. It was an amazing orgasm and the depth of it, I am sure, I had never before experienced. We were both soon asleep, wrapped tightly in each other’s arms.

      Morning soon came around, and as I lay awake by my sleeping Carl I began to analyse my orgasm of the previous night. I thought back to fucking James and it seemed pretty obvious to me that a cock would surely massage one’s prostate if it was sliding up and down one’s bum. I gently felt across to Carl, seeking out his morning wood.

Wrapping one hand around it, and my other around mine, I gauged its thickness compared to mine. Mine was considerably thicker and hadn't hurt James in the slightest, so Carl’s would certainly not hurt if we were gentle with each other. Letting go of both cocks, I quietly got out of bed, slipped on some clothes and made my way to the toilet block. I made a point of having a really good dump, and going into the shower I made sure I was clean and flushed out.

      Making my way back to the tent I gently eased my way back into bed. I began to work Vaseline up my bum and around it. I had just about brought myself off when Carl awoke and, turning to me with his angelic smile, asked what I was up to. I simply sat up, and smiling back at him, sat astride his lap. Reaching back for his woody, I pointed it at my pucker and slowly sank onto it. It was really painful for the first few seconds, but by taking it in several very slow stages, I soon felt his pubes as my ball sack came into contact with his bush and experienced this amazingly full sensation.

It was definitely not unpleasant. I slowly began to lift up and down, fucking myself on Carl’s wonderful cock. By shifting around a bit here and there, I soon discovered that leaning back on the down stroke I sure as hell got the thrill of his cock head brushing against my prostate. Carl was soon in on the act and began to hump quite violently. It was sort of hell yet heavenly. The full feeling was sometimes just too much, but the sensations of his cock head on my magic spot were irresistible and very quickly I was spraying cum all over his chin, chest, and belly without even touching myself.

The overall sensations were unbelievable, and as I felt his cock swell and begin to squirt I wanted to cum all over again. Grabbing hold of myself, I went at it like someone demented, and bouncing on Carl’s still hard cock I came again within five minutes. I know I was howling and spraying Carl with sweat and cum. Carl was once again going like a mad man and began to roll his head from side to side moaning really loudly. I again felt his cock swell and squirt my insides once more. As we came down from our high I collapsed onto him panting and almost sobbing. He was whispering how much he loved me and that he had never had feelings like this, ever.

      We probably lay there for a full hour just nuzzling each other and kissing. I could still feel his soft cock up my bum and never wanted to let it back out. I felt quite devastated as it eventually slipped out with a soft plop sound. I then rolled off Carl and onto my back, just lying there with his head on my shoulder. I began to think about the sensations I had just experienced, and came to the quite crystal clear conclusion that if this was being gay, then I could most certainly live with it. I turned and kissed Carl very passionately.

We broke our passionate kiss and simply lay there looking into each other’s eyes with warm lazy smiles on our faces. After what seemed like ages, Carl lifted his arm and looked at his watch. “Shit!” he exclaimed. "Its 10.30 already, James will be here soon." We ever so slowly got out of our sleeping bag, wishing, I'm sure, we could just go at it all over again. We both looked down at each other’s cocks, seeing we each had very respectable semis.

Carl moved over to me and began to knead my cock, which was quickly rock hard once more. He quickly stooped down and kissed it, whilst giving my nuts a gentle tug. He then got back up, giggling, and began to get dressed. I simply just stood there with my slack jaw and twitching bone hard dick. I was smouldering with what I can only describe as desire, but he just continued to giggle as he pulled his pants up giving me sly little looks while fluttering his eyes.

As he pulled his sweatshirt over his head, I heard a muffled thing about James, lobsters and crabs and shower, plus late. It dawned on me what he was saying so, slipping shorts and trainers on then grabbing my shower kit, I followed him out with my slowly deflating dick tenting the front of my shorts. He spotted it and started to giggle all over again. By the time we made it to the shower block, I was back in control and within 15 minutes we were back at the tent and putting clean clothes on. We still had some bread, butter and tomatoes in the chiller box, so we had a very quick scratch breakfast of tomato sandwiches, washed down with piping hot tea.

       We had just finished loading all the food items that were left into the cooler when we heard, "Hi! How are you two this morning?" It was James with a big happy grin on his face. He was wearing white baggy shorts and, quite obviously, no underwear. Carl and I both watched with watering mouths, as he approached with his dick swinging from side to side for the entire world to see and particularly us. As he got up to us, he told us his uncle was at the shop with seven lobsters and eleven crabs. We all raced over to see them.

Four of the lobsters were really big, lively, and all of them with elastic bands around their claws. The crabs were all pre-boiled and bright pink and red. I had fortunately drawn 100 from the hole in the wall (ATM) the previous evening whilst we were out on our evening walk, and was well able to pay him his 100 asking price. There was well over 100 in lobster, if it was bought in the regular shops, so not only was I getting 50% discounted lobster, but the crab was to all intents and purposes free. This should really put me in mum’s good books for a while to come. I was really quite ecstatic and thanked his uncle a lot. James's mum then took over and refrigerated them all till Carl’s dad came to pick us up at around 6pm. We now had about five and a half hours in which to think of something to do.

      We all three left the shop, again chomping on James's mum's super ham sandwiches. James had asked her if he could come over to our tent to play kick-about and then help us pack up. He had also suggested that if we didn't want to be bothered taking the tent back with us, that is, if we planned on coming back, we could just leave it in James's garage. All we would have to do would be ring him when we were coming back; winking, he said “Mmm, next weekend,” and if we could possibly come after school on Friday, he would have it pitched all ready and waiting for us. Carl and I looked at each other with a rather lustful grin and, breaking out into giggles, agreed with him that it was a rather good idea and dragged him into the tent.

      I think we were all naked within 2 minutes and sporting healthy boners. We pinned James down and, once he'd stopped squirming, we both attacked his cock and balls with our lips and tongues. Carl was running up one side of his gorgeous cock whilst I ran up the other. We fought for the tip, with me winning. James at this point shyly asked if he could fuck Carl and, looking hungrily at James cock, he eagerly agreed.

I reached for the Vaseline, leaving James cock standing like a miniature flagpole. Carl immediately had hold of it, caressing and kissing it, all the time holding onto his sack as if weighing it in the palm of his hand; it was hot to watch. I began to work on his upturned bum, fingering lube into it and opening it up. When I had finished, I lubed James's lovely cock. I rolled Carl onto his back and, moving to his head, got him to lift his legs. Grasping them, I pulled them back and motioned to Carl to get going.

He moved, positioning his cock to enter Carl and, as he gently slipped his tip through and past the tight muscles, he smiled adoringly down at Carl. He held still for a few seconds, asking Carl if he was ok. He nodded back and James slowly pushed his full-length home. Again it was wicked hot to watch and I knelt over Carl, pointing Junior to his mouth. He grasped onto it and greedily clamped his lips tightly over the tip. I carried on till I was poised over Carls wonderful love muscle and followed his example.

I hadn't realised, but I was perfectly positioned to not only bob up and down Carls penis, but I could watch at extreme close quarters as James's cock pistoned in and out of Carls bum. None of us lasted more than five minutes before it was all over and we lay sprawled across each other sweating and panting, each with a softening penis in our hand. God! I love gay sex.

      As we slowly recovered and gently kissed each other we realised we had better get dressed when James had suddenly perked up, exclaiming,"Oh shit! I forgot, Pete and Joe said they would be here around one o'clock.” We all looked at our watches and, panic stricken, jumped up and began to scrabble around for our clothes. It was one thirty now, and as we managed to pull our clothes on we heard James's friends shouting his name and asking where he was.

We barely managed to make it out of the tent as they were now very close and, spotting us, they ran over. Carl and I were blushing madly, getting weird sort of knowing looks from Joe and Pete. James was giggling stupidly as Pete pushed past him entering our tent closely followed by Joe. We heard them gasp then say not too quietly, "Shit! It smells like a cum factory in here. James you dirty little fucker what you been doing?"

They both emerged with the same wicked knowing grins on their faces and, looking all three of us in the eye, came out with the next statement that had me totally gobsmacked with Joe saying, "You mean set of shits, you could have invited us." Joe then cannoned into James, knocking him flat and leaping onto him, he then twisted himself around and began to grind his crotch in James's face whilst madly groping for James's jewels. They were both howling with laughter and writhing around with James trying desperately to roll out from under Joe. He at last managed to toss him to one side and was quickly back on his feet, but with a very pronounced tent in his shorts.

      Carl meanwhile was looking rather desperate too and, looking at me, said, "Oh shit! I have to run!" and tore off in the direction of the toilet block. This cracked James up once more and whispering to me, he said, "I think he has gone to have my baby this time. The way I felt I must have shot a bucket load into him." With this, he nonchalantly turned to James and Joe, asking if they were up for a game of footy.

      Once Carl had returned, accompanied by snickers from James, we began a game of kick about. It had turned very warm again and, within an hour, we were all streaming with sweat and extremely thirsty. We all wandered over to the shop, and I used my change to pay for two very cold cans each. As we made our way back Jo asked Carl and I when we planned on coming back. He whooped when we said we would be back late next Friday afternoon, if we could swing it. Pete then invited both himself and Joe to stay with us the two nights we would be here. They both grinned evilly, asking James if he would be, too.

      Joe was the best looking of the two with amazing pale blue eyes, blond hair hanging over his eyes in bangs, the cutest nose, soft red and very sexy lips, and an amazingly deep dimple in his chin. Dimples appeared in his cheeks too when he smiled, which was often. His eyelashes are extraordinarily long and are almost white. His eyebrows sort of flick up as they reach towards his temples and the thing that's very noticeable too, is their mobility as he chattered on excitedly. All in all, he is an amazingly beautiful boy.

Pete is most certainly no slouch in the looks department either. He has very black hair, cut quite short with a flick to the front. His eyes are like pools of chocolate with very noticeable yellow flecks. His teeth are the sort you see on film stars who have spent 10's of 000's on them. His smile is just incredibly infectious and once he starts to giggle you can't help but giggle along with him. He too, is a very handsome boy. I began to think that the Southwold gene pool must be very rich in exceptional male genes as I looked from one to the other trying to decide who won the beauty contest. I thought James came out tops.

Good looking though these three are, none could compare to the very boyish and impish good looks of my Carl. As you look at him. the overriding thing you see imprinted on his wonderful face, is just total mischief and absolute boy. I adore him and worship his beautiful cock. It's strange to think that although I've known him for most of my life, I've only truly known him for the past 6 days.

      The rest of the afternoon passed by very quickly, so when five o'clock came around we began to strike our tent. God! I'm even calling it our tent now. We carried it over to James's garage and stashed it at the back, out of everybody’s way. The idea of leaving it was just too brilliant, we thought, and come next Friday, all being well, it would save us ages in time and make our weekend start so much faster.

We next brought the chiller box over, first emptying it of all the food bits that were left over, making sure to dispose of it properly. Some melting butter and about half a loaf and now withered tomatoes. Having washed it out, we had taken it into the shop and carefully loaded our efforts at fishing into it along with ice packs. The lobsters and crabs wouldn't all fit but we got most of the crabs in. Mrs Bloomfield came to our rescue when she said, “You’ll be back next weekend won't you?"

We chorused, "Well we want to come back if our mums and dads agree." I added that I was pretty positive we would be, but if not we would def be here the following weekend. "In that case," she said, "take this, but please remember to bring it back. We use it all the time for this and that, but at least with it, you'll get your lobsters home still alive." With that, she handed us another cooler box already containing two ice packs. We loaded the lobsters in and closed the lid tightly.

      It was now almost six o'clock, so for the remaining minutes we kicked a ball around outside whilst we waited for Mr Brown to come for us. We both agreed that having to wait till we were seventeen till we got our licenses absolutely sucked. I know that as soon as I got mine, my dad would buy me a car. He had done it for James who was very pleased when dad presented him with a year-old low mileage Rover 25. These cars are so hot, www.rover.co.uk I had made it known that it would be what I would probably want, too, but that was about two years into the future. Dad’s car is a Rover 75 SE and it's gorgeous, all finished in beige leather and light oak trim, whilst mum drives a Rover 45. Dad’s car is just sooooo quiet and fast.

      It seemed we had just started to kick the ball around when Mr Brown turned up. Mum had told him we would have things to bring back and, as we told him how marvellous Mrs Bloomfield had been, he went into the still open shop to thank her for looking out for us both. When we told him we would leave the tent here, and Carl asked in his most whiney voice, "Daaaaaaaaaaad, would it be ok if we came back next Friday afternoon? That’s if Rick can of course. We've had a wicked time and made some great friends, and the fishing was just toooo awesome".

His dad looked at him with what I can only describe as really deep affection and grinning widely said, "You will need to ask your mum, too, but for me, I can get away early on Friday and have you here by around five o'clock.” James was standing there with a big grin on his handsome face, bouncing from foot to foot. Mr Brown turned to Mrs Bloomfield and said he would ring this evening to let them know and, thanking her again for the loan of the cooler, he shook her and James’s hand and we set off home.

      The journey took around an hour and we pulled into our drive at just about seven fifteen. Mum and dad came out to meet us inviting Mr Brown in whilst we divided the fish up. We wasted no time in outlining our plans for the coming weekend and after Mr Brown had spoken to mum and dad about the Bloomfield’s and how they had looked out for us, they agreed we could go, subject to Carls mum agreeing. I'm sure that all the lobster and crab had something to do with it, but mum was right in my corner from the start and was wonderful all the following week too.

Mr Brown, he insisted I call him Bob, gratefully took three crabs and a couple of lobster too and winking at Carl and I, said, "don't worry, its in the bag. Marion loves crab hehe and these will make her day". Within five minutes of leaving for home, Carl was rapping on our door with a big cheesy grin on his face saying his mum had agreed and if it was ok he could sleep over too....."Muuuuuum, Daaaaaaaaaad, would it be ok if Carl slept over? We don't have school till Tuesday".

Looking at each other and smiling, they gave us both a huge hug and said, “Well, it’s about time you started having friends over, of course he can stay." They shooed us both off, telling us to make ourselves presentable whilst mum rang Mrs. Brown, Marion from now on, and asked if it was ok for them to take Carl along with me, out to dinner. They had booked a table at the Half Moon but were sure they could expand the booking to four.

The Half Moon is a small country pub about four or five miles out of Harleston and almost to Dickleborourgh. The food is usually just too excellent because, as dad insists on telling us, they keep their numbers down and that way they have time to maintain their high standards. It looks like a really small place from the front but is actually huge and stretches back forever. We arrived and had a really great meal, with Carl and I going for med rare rump steaks with salad and sautéed potato. In the gents toilet later, I whispered to Carl that this was the sort of meal that kept the cum factory in full production and we both went back to our table giggling uncontrollably, earning an intense stare from dad.

      We arrived home about ten thirty and thanking mum and dad for our excellent dinner we made our way to my room, and after brushing our teeth etc were soon playing games on the puter. We played till around one in the morning, keeping the noise down, and eventually fell exhausted into bed. Not that exhausted, mind you, but enough to cuddle up and kiss each other and quickly relieve the inevitable boner that kissing had produced.

We were soon asleep and, in truth, didn't surface till around eleven the next morning. I knew dad had to be at work today, cos he'd had a quiet moan about it the previous evening remarking that we didn't know we were born yet, and how he wished he was still at school having the next day off. Mum was out with her Women’s Institute charity that she always had trouble working around, so to all intents and purposes the house was ours till around four.

     We got out of bed and both raced for the bathroom trying to point our morning stiffies down at the loo. I grabbed Carl and dragged him into my shower where, switching the water on, it very quickly warmed up using one of the pre-sets. I grabbed his boner and said just let it go, to which he quickly caught on and grabbed mine. We stood there in seventh heaven whilst the pressure was very soon relieved as two streams of high-pressure pee hit the shower wall tiles. It had occurred to me to demonstrate my shower technique to Carl some time over the weekend, so lifting it down I set it to pulse and bending him over I aimed it at his brown eye.

He let out an "Oooooooh! That’s wicked Rick," and I watched in fascination as his pucker began to quickly sort of open and close with his dick I had hold of, growing into a rock solid pulsing hard-on. He was soon panting and asked if I was going to fuck him. "Well only if you really want me to." I answered with an obvious giggle. His response was, "Oh God! Just get it in there, Rick." I turned the water off and, using some really creamy non-allergenic shower cream, I lubed his pucker up then my own raging boner and gently entered him. He let out a gasp and said, "That is sooooooo good, God how I love your dick." Reaching around him, I grasped his and said, "Not half as much as I love this fella."

"Go for it, fuck me!" he said. So I slowly began to thrust and tug him at the same time then, building up some speed, we both very soon lost it and, gasping out, we came within thirty seconds of each other. It was so hot feeling Carls cock pulsing in my hand as he moaned,"Yessssssssss, here he cums!" His muscles contracting were definitely what pushed me over the edge, cos he tightened up and it was just incredible to feel him contracting on my own pulsing dick. He reached over and pushed the pre-set sending a shower of warm pulsing water cascading over us.

      As we got dressed, we could hear both our stomachs rumbling and I know that I was starving, so Carl must have been too. Hurrying downstairs, I found a note from mum and the money for the shellfish. She wanted me to mow the lawn out front before we went off anywhere, and said that there was bacon etc in the fridge and not to be idle, but to get it cooked for our breakfast. In capitals was: DON'T YOU DARE LEAVE A MESS! 

I turned the grill on and very soon had the delish smells of bacon and eggs wafting through the kitchen. Carl had already got two bowls of cereal on the go and, as he sat devouring his, I stood and ate mine off the counter while I kept my eye on the bacon and fried us a couple of eggs each. It was soon done with and, in typical teenage style, was also quickly polished off. I rinsed the dishes and removed the foil from the grill pan and, running hot water over the frying pan, loaded them into the machine and switched it on.

Next up was the mower and the lawn. Carl got the strimmer (edger) and as he did the edges I mowed it in really cool stripes finishing it all up with everything put away tidily within an hour and a half. It was still only one thirty. It was about this time I remembered to ring James. He was out but his mum said she would pass the message on and ask him to ring us back. We arranged a time and, thanking her again, I hung up.

We were just deciding what to do when mum turned up. She made tea and after having a sandwich asked us if we would like to go into Diss with her. She had errands to run, with the main one being the supermarket. We passed on that one and she was soon on her way saying she would be back around four thirty. She also said to be sure to be back by six, as she was doing a rather nice dinner to which Carls mum and dad had been invited.

      We got on our bikes and riding onto Harleston High School were able to join in a football game being played by about eighteen other kids on their playing field. It was a really cool afternoon and a game we all enjoyed. We arrived home hot and sweaty around five o'clock, just as dad was getting out of his car. "Hi, trouble." he said smiling warmly at both of us. "What you been up to today?" I stood and swept my arm round at the lawn, whereupon he went to the foot of it and critically eyed the straightness of my stripes.

"Very good." he said. And, looking as if he could have bitten his tongue off, went on to say, "Shit! Me and my big mouth. Next thing is, you'll be asking for a raise." I quickly retorted that it was nearly two years since I had had one and that I really thought it was overdue. "Ok." he said, do as well on the back lawn one evening this week and he would see to it. Elated, I hugged him there and then in front of the house and Carl.

He had set up a direct debit into my account two years ago and I had been hinting that I thought I was due for a rise for at least six months. He had very studiously ignored me. I couldn't understand it cos I didn't fritter my money but saved it, as had been proved by my ability to be able to go to the hole in the wall and draw sufficient to pay for mums shellfish. I have hoarded all my birthday and Christmas money for as long as I can remember, and each month the residual from my allowance added to it.

At the time of my last statement, I had hundreds saved up. Even when I bought my beachcaster, I wouldn't touch my saved money but started a special fund in a moneybox to save for it out of my allowance. Dad knew this of course, and I think he was secretly very proud of my ability to save. James, on the other hand, was always short of money and hitting him for advances on his next month’s allowance.

      I won't go into the details of mums dinner, just to say that it was truly special consisting of the whole trip of crab cocktail, sorbet, lobster thermadore and a delicious chocolate gateaux and cheese board. A gateau btw is a thick multi layered German/Swiss cake confection oozing with cream and super light and yummy. It's generally served at our house with a runny vegetarian alternative to real cream called Elmlea; it tastes just like real cream but with virtually no fat. Mmmmmmm, healthy but still delish.

Carl, like me, was in seventh heaven when the sweet course came around. I knew my mum was a super cook, but tonight she had surpassed herself. We even got half glasses of each wine too with the favourite being the desert wine, a wonderfully rich and full bodied, sweet sauterne from France. We went about every three months to stock up on wine and cheese, usually bringing back lots of the wonderful soft French sort. Some of it wreaked, esp. the Camembert, but it was truly delish.

We always went to France using the tunnel, and from leaving home we were usually in Calais within two and a half hours. Once on the train, going through the tunnel took thirty-five minutes to actually cross. It very often took longer getting the car on and off than for the actual crossing. I loved the French shopping trips and resolved to make sure Carl had an up to date passport so he could come next time.

      We made our goodnights to Carl and his family about ten thirty. We all had either work or, as in my case, school the next day so I was soon off to dreamland dreaming of my Carl and our upcoming weekend. As I drifted off it dawned on me that I only had four days to wait cos today had been a day off and it was already Monday. Yeeeeeeeeeeeey!

I was up and almost ready to leave for school, and was just picking up my backpack, when the doorbell rang. Wondering who the hell this could be at this hour; I went to answer it. Mum was already gone and dad had prob been gone for a couple of hours by now. I opened the door and immediately felt my knees go weak, a glow spread outwards from my chest. It was Carl standing there with his wicked impish grin plastered all over his face.

We have a front door that’s recessed about two feet, so when people are calling they can stand in from any foul weather. Carl was just stood there grinning with both his pants pockets turned inside out and simply hanging there. The best bit was, his dick hanging there too with a tidy chub on it, and the words from his mouth were, "Have you met my pet elephant yet?"

I fell into fits of howling laughter, trying to ask whatever had happened to his trunk. I had also leant forwards, grasped hold of it and was pulling him in the door, all the time feeling it firm up and beginning to throb. Trying to stop laughing I pushed the door to and sank to my knees. I kissed it then slowly sank my lips down it and quickly began to bob up and down. He began to moan and thrust as I also felt in his fly and managed to get his balls out, which I then gently rolled around in his very ample sac.

Within two minutes, tops, he was spurting his boyjuice down my throat in powerful jets. As he finished spurting, I held his tip on my tongue and grasping around the root, I worked my hand up the length of it squeezing out the last drops to savour and delight in. His knees were definitely shaking as he grabbed onto my shoulders and stood there panting. "God!" he said, "I must call for you more often. What a hell of a way to start my day. I love you Rick."

      We ran for the bus, with my own cock rapidly deflating, and we only just caught it. Arriving at school, we were soon going our separate ways and were into another day of learning. During one boring spell, it occurred to me that I wish school were as good as the learning curve I had been on this weekend. We can all dream, I suppose.

The day wound its tortuous way around to three thirty, and finding Carl waiting for me at the front entrance, we made our way to the bus stop. The first words from Carl were, "No ones in till about half six. You want to come over? I owe you." I took out my phone and rang mum, asking if it would be ok if I didn't arrive home till around six. She answered telling me that she was running late already, and didn't expect to have dinner ready till around seven anyway, so yes, no later than seven please. I grinned at Carl and nodded my head. Cool, he replied.

      I hadn't actually been into Carls house at all, except for once years ago when I had gone to his sixth or seventh birthday party. It still amazed me to think I had known him all these years, we had many of the same hobbies and interests, had always liked each other, yet weren't, ‘til now, close friends. Weird! We arrived at our stop, got off, and made our way the few yards to Carls house. We took our shoes off as we went in placing them tidily by the door. Both our mums, it seems, have trained us well.

Dropping our backpacks by our shoes, he led me up to his room. "Wow! Wicked room Carl, I like this. You have it set out sooooo cool." He had a double bed, a 42" wide screen telly, DVD player and a video. A really top slot puter and wide screen TFT monitor. A really huge Sony sound system with speakers that filled the corners of his room, and wherever there was room for bookshelves you can bet that one had been squeezed in. He must have had about a thousand books, covering all topics and genre of writing. His DVD and video library spilled out onto the landing on even more shelving units.

I already knew he was bright, but Jesus! He was constantly pulling accolade after accolade with his school work, but this demonstrated it so vividly; I saw that over three quarters of his video titles were educational documentaries covering any number of topics. I felt proud of him and drew him into a huge and loving hug.

      The next surprise was when he sparked up his puter and, pulling what were labelled as Microsoft programme discs from a shelf over his desk, he popped one in and these two cute boys came on screen soon after the titles which were in German. It was by Sebastian Bleisch and the title was Erste Versuche. God! Were these two boys horny! It turned out to be a series of five mpegs numbered from one to five, and believe me when I say it was HOT, it was mega Hot. As I had settled into the chair, he rolled up behind me and I soon became engrossed in the movie.

He leaned into my neck whispering, "Relax, just watch the movie," and the next thing was feeling his hand slide over my now very hard cock. He undid my zip and belt etc and coaxed me to lift my bum. I did and he slipped my pants and boxers off together. The next sensation was his hot breath over my jewels and his hand fondling my balls. Next, were his lips engulfing the tip then sliding down my shaft.

All I can tell you is, it was without doubt the horniest blowjob I think I will ever receive. He was able to bring me to the brink maybe four times before he let me blow my load, and what a load it was. It had been stored since the previous night and had grown in volume tremendously whilst giving him his b/j that morning, and had further grown through all the hard-ons I had thrown during the day while daydreaming of him.

      The movie finished, we had been sitting together for about the last thirty minutes, him in another chair he had rolled next to mine. I had had my hand over in his crotch, gently fondling his bits through his pants. As the movie ended, I had wanted to move to his bed and get him off too. He surprised me when he said there wouldn't be time as his rents were due home. I looked at my watch and wondered where the afternoon had gone when I saw it was almost six thirty.

I had to think about going