Date: Sun, 20 Nov 2011 02:03:38 -0800 (PST) From: Markus Berger Subject: Double Wank - 5 DOUBLE WANK - 5 --------------------- Warning: It's for adult readers at legal places only, as it deals with sexual activities between men and underage boys Adult-Youth - t/t, m/t [f/t mentioned] Double-Wank by mb_stories 2011 Part 5 Despite it had a railway worker in his forties I barely knew from seeing at the station standing at the urinal wall, Alex and I didn't care and just went together into the next stall at the other side and locked, both grinning. Not for long though, as we then got serious and searched for each others mouths and lips and tongues, before I was feeling Alex' hand groping for my hard tool in my shorts. "Can I?" he still wanted to know, asking me quietly, when brushing over my stiff boy cock. "Wait; just tell me how you need to punish me ... you know, what Tom had said. "Uh not now -- it's nothing that would hurt you -- OK? Now can I?" he asked again. "No pain then, you've said? Well, yeah ... pleeease," I just whispered to him, and then felt him cup my balls first, before his fingers run up the lenght of my hard thin stem, reaching its tip and starting massaging tenderly the head, whereas I dared without asking to grope what Alex had between his Sunday trousers clad legs, and my small hand got quite a handful of pubescent teen junk to grip and squeeze. It was hard there, very hard, and strong, and huge, and it was a must to squeeze him again, then did it rhythmically, making him groan lowly, the harder and faster I pressed. However, he did not just stand there, getting himself fumbled, but had started to rub his fingers very expertly, and rapidly, up and down on my shaft throu the thin shorts, and ... "Oh gosh -- Alex ... it ... shit, but I ... it comes ... nnnow ... oh ... unnghhhh ...unmmm ... unghhh ..." "Huh? What? YET? Nooo ... wait for meeeee ... it ... I'm ... toooooo .... ungggmmm ... oahnnnghhh ... mnnnggggg ... " Tightly pressed into each other, our naughty hands working between our crotches we stood there in that not so clean cubicle with nasty sketches and drawings all over the walls and the door ... it even had some at the water tank up at the ceiling and on the iron tube that ran down. All what mattered though was to hold each other as strong as we could, and since he was even longer and more violent shuddering, overruling my spasmodic writhing by some seconds, I guessed that he'd shot a huge load, when we both were calming down, grinning a bit sheepishly first at each other, before Alex said: "That was a very good one I longtime not had that way -- thanks, Mark!" "The same to me, Alex â€" the same! I would like ... uh, can I see ... your spunk?" "Oh sure, and ... you know, we even could exchange our undies -- if you want!" "Oh nooooo ... I mean: Yes, yesssss, but ... damn', I'd messed up after lunch and then had no clean ones and left without ... see?" I explained, pulling a bit away from him to show the indeed rather big wet patch it had just once more at my shorts' front and up to the waistband. "Shit, what a pity, but hey, you still could take my briefs ... well, if it wouldn't gross you out, that is ..." he said, with a clear blush in his face. "No, no -- how could I since it's from YOU; so I'd like it a lot, actually ..." I had to admit, asking then if I should take off my shorts. "Yes, let me see what you're walking around there ..." Alex gave back, looking expectantly at my messy crotch. I almost squirmed in joy to expose myself for that beautiful teen and quite teasingly slow opened the button, then zipped carefully down for not hurting my still or again stiff member with it, who'd stretched its long and just a bit softened neck quickly when hearing that I should show him, and then made the upper third to be seen first, before shoving the shorts more down over my prominent scrotum, then let it fall down to my ankles and stepped out and stood there in sandals and beige short socks and polo shirt. "God -- you are sooo beautiful, with such a big fat nut sac and that long wiener. I didn't expect you'd be that blessed! Uh, I mean one can see that you've some junk, but not that you'd be that big there, honestly ... and it has still spunk on it ... I ... just let me ..." he nearly panted then. And before long he was already on his knees and swiftly had engulfed almost the half of my erection, sucking on it and loudly savoring the taste of my cum, before giving it free, but just to run his tongue and lips down its stem to my balls, kissing and nibbling and sniffing at my plump sac like a dog ... and I had to giggle. "What?" he then looked up at me, amused. "Uh, just 'cause your acting so ... so hungry, hihihi," I laughed, and right away remembered that Werner, the butcher's helping hand down in the city had said last time, that he would like to cut off my nut sac and fry it nicely seasoned with fresh butter and onions, upon which I'd said that it wouldn't be tasty, just to learn from him that there were people who'd like to eat at least the tests of bulls, called Spanish kidneys ... it was just one of several bad jokes Werner had made, whereas that with the bull nuts though really was true. "Oh, I would eat it and cut it off in case it would grow again, but ... uh, sorry, but I've promised your brother to cut you something else off from you!" "HUH? You're joking now ..." I tensed up. "Not that, not your balls ..." "But also not my wiener, pleeease ... I know it's wrecked with that bow to the left, but I still like it to be part of me," I begged, albeit sensing that it couldn't be that serious, as Alex giggled then too. "Hey â€" that dick isn't that much bent and looks still better then mine which has a too big head ... uh, no, no, just those few hairs here on both sides of your dick â€" they have to go away, and I'll do it with my pocket knife when we're back in my room!" "Shit -- you really have to cut them off? It's just like some fuzz only, barely to see -- so why?" I asked. "Jeez -- that's the price for not getting belted by your stronger bro, what I couldn't have to happen -- not to you ... that's why your pubes which anyway just look like dirt ... hihihi ... have to get scrapped off, shaved I mean -- understand?" "Yeah â€" OK; but you won't hurt me with your knife, huh?" I worried anyway a bit. "No way -- I'll take some foam from dad, and gone they are in a single blow," he assured me then, and so I sighed and then of course needed to see what HE had. Alex stood and then carefully opened his trousers, which by then also had a visible damp patch, provided by the blue briefs he wore underneath and which glistened very wet. "You've got nice underwear, not like those skimpy white Y-fronts Tom and I have," I said and then reached for the fat lump his briefs made. Careful, it's all spunky here," Alex warned. But I didn't care, in fact enjoyed that my palm got smeared up with his gooey stuff that had seeped throu his underwear, and I wanted to see more. Therefore Alex got rid of his shoes, stepped out of his trousers ... and then lowered his blue briefs with the huge wet stain in front and a hefty slimy load still inside. "Ohhhhh -- so beautiful your stuff there," I said in awe, quite mesmerized then by a much fatter and stronger teen penis then Jack, Rolf or his 15-years old brother Adrian had, just that my nut bag was really plumper, like a peach you could say, whereas Alex' was maybe the size of a medium tangerine, glistening now slightly cum drenched, as his dark curly groin also was. "Wow Alex â€" you've got really a big bird with a huge knob and it's quite more then 5 inches I guess!" "Uh yeah, thanks â€" it's 6 inches actually; just this here ..." he lost his words, trying then to pull a bit on his foreskin, what let me see a bit from the bird's 'mouth'. "Uh ... I like it that way, Alex -- really, and if you want, you can ... well, you not HAVE to, but you can ... fuck me with that cock and its fat top too ..." I then offered. "Yeah, glad, thanks; just â€" I guess it won't go in 'cause of that tight skin here ..." "Oh, you just have to try -- I'll stay with you till the whole lenght is in ..." "Well, to tell you the truth: I've tried it several times last year with a cousin on Xmas holiday, and it had hurt like hell and even prevented me from cumming, once it was eventually in his ass ... just tell nobody, please ... they all think I'm a tough guy because I'm good in sports and have rich parents, but ..." he then got suddenly watery eyes. "Oh no, Alex -- no!" I also felt tears welling up and hugged him, our half limp tools touching and our sacs rubbing their wrinkled skin to each other. "I love you, Alex," I then brought out, swallowing afterwards ... and he just said and did the same. "Alex?" I asked after a while. "Yeah?" "Can I wear your briefs ... now?" "Uh, but they're so cummy ..." "Please," I just begged, slightly stroking his strong cock. "Oh ... careful with my foreskin ... yeah, that's better with those delicate tender hands and fingers of yours ... uh, yeah, yeah, yes, please take my briefs, take and wear'em ..." he just shuddered a bit and then watched me grab and sniff at his filled briefs inside, wrinkled his nose when I was putting my digit in and brought a snotty glob up and into my mouth, him then grinning though, whereas I then swiftly got clad with his briefs and he was groping my pouch and smearing around into my tools what his manly bird hat vomited. "Hey â€" they're perfect, even not too big for such a ... uh ... isn't it?" he blushed. "Such a wimp you've wanted to say, what I am indeed â€" hihihi; it seems though that your not much more in size here around the hips the way your underwear sits so tight, huh?" "Well, right; I'm not tall and smaller like most others in my class, but in good shape anyway with some defined muscles ... uh, let's go then," he said, when I and he had pulled up the shorts and trousers, then left the cubicle. The man we'd seen before was still there at the urinal, cleaning it now though with a brush and soapy water and gave us a knowing smile, and then I saw that his face got longer, and his Adam's apple jumped, as soon as he was aware of the wet patch in my shorts, and had I been alone, I surely had considered to let him shove his dick up my ass, as I was already horny again, despite just emptied my nuts. Boldly I booked him mentally and blinked at him, before leaving the restroom behind Alex -- and 'cause he was blinking back, I'd made a quick decision and more mouthed then whispered to him: "Tomorrow!" * Alex' parents had a villa-style house and a nice garden with a little pool in the upper part of our village, and he then led me first behind the house to a bubbling fountain, where he helped me to clean a bit the front of my shorts, what was the 2nd time that afternoon, explaining then to his mom that it had been some spilled ice cream ! "You've got a nasty stain there too down on your trousers, honey," she said to him, adding then: "What flavor that ice cream was?" "Strawberry with vanilla," Alex replied. "So, so? Hm ... why is it that I have a strong feeling that it was just vanilla there ... certainly from your ... your puberty cone ... or was it from his thing already?" she then smiled at me. "MOM!" "Shhhhhh, Alex â€" don't scare your nice little friend away; Mark it is, huh?" "Yeah, ma'am," I quietly replied. "Well, I know just randomly about you and Tom because my husband has a honorary job in our community and oversees the cases of father- or parentless children and was talking to me recently to brush up that little department and let a social worker check more regularly such families as yours. But I hope you've got no problems at home right now, huh?" "No ma'am." "Fine, how old are you anyway?" "Been just 13 a month ago, ma'am." "Oh really? Thought you'd be around 11 or then 12 at most! Thirteen ... what an interesting age," she said and then approached to caress my cheek and tousle my hair, but I also saw her intensely starring at my crotch for a moment and blushed. "Nice boy you are ... and it seems quite big already where it matters, there, where you're about to become a man, huh?" "Yes ma'am ... thanks ma'am," I said and had even more heat in my face. She was acting a bit like Peter's mom, just that she hadn't felt me up, and I wondered, if more moms would behave that way, getting onto the private parts of boys ... maybe she was after Alex' too I then thought. She was smaller then Peter's mom and more like a real lady, surely rich, but not snobbish and was then telling her only son that his dad wouldn't be back till late and that we could eat with her or up in Alex' room in around an hour, where I should take off my shorts and put them in the dryer it had upstairs. Alex would do that for me and change into some house shorts and look for a worn out piece for me too. That sounded great, and so with a blink from the 14-year-old and my sandals left near the back entrance we rushed upstairs, and it was as I came into paradise -- nothing else: His bed was at least queen-sized with nice colored covers and pillows as well as several cushions on the Berber-carpeted floor, where you could look up to the ceiling, painted as a light blue sky with stars on it, surrounded by pastel colored, faintly yellowish walls and bordeaux-red curtains on two windows, one leading to a balcony. It had cupboards, desks, shelves, books, board games, stereo, pictures, lights ... and even a medium-sized TV, whereas there were people those time who hadn't even one in their family room yet -- we for instance! "That's such a cool place, Alex ... " I stunned, staying still in the middle of his spacious room and letting him undo not only my shorts, but helping me to get rid of my polo shirt plus undergarment too and eventually asking if he should dry up my new briefs as well. "Yeah, I want to feel your starched stains afterwards," I said and then also pulled my socks off the while Alex went out to throw it into the dryer and start the machine. Back in his room he locked it and got naked too, came over and hugged me tightly. "You know, you're so hot and cute, you'd be just sooo ready for a hard fuck right now ... if I only could, that is ..." he then shrugged, before opening a drawer of his desk and taking out his pocket knife, then quickly tiptoed out again, just to come back with a liberal amount of razor foam in his palm, locking the door another time and asking me to get onto my back on his bed and spread my legs, what I a tiny bit anxiously did, whereas my thin banana was rapidly stretching out to its full lenght, throbbing then some. "We just want to bring that promised task behind us, won't we?" he smiled at me, and without waiting for an answer he then covered my few little silky fuzz pubes with that foam, but having still lots in his palm, he then applied some onto my ball sac too and finally even coated my curved erection as well. "Hey, I haven't got any hair there!" "I know, just let me do you anyway ... please," he asked and was putting the rest on a paper it had on his desk, pulling then a crumpled hanky from underneath a pillow and opened it with a dirty smile. "You had quite some wanks too I guess, naughty boy," I giggled, when I was sure what for sticking together stains it had, but then froze a bit, after he'd opened the sharp looking blade of his knife. "Just relax, Mark -- I won't hurt you in any way," he softly spoke, and I let my breath out and gave my and my small wimpy body to him. It scratched some, when those few hairs came off together with the foam, but then I tensed and forgot to take air, as the blade glided over my tight scrotum and last but not least came up along my then again pulsating wiener, without passing over the foreskin's ridge to prevent touching my bare cock head. "OK, done," I sighed just another time and let my fingers glide over that area, feeling just no stubbles around. "Almost, please take that pillow, turn and put it below your belly and spread your crack!" "Oh come-on," I replied, but did already what he wanted, just to feel the spared foam from the paper being applied now into my crack. And then the blade was carefully scratching it away, even there where my sphincter had its little wrinkled mouth tightly shut, before I after some seconds of quietness had to shriek in total surprise by a warm wet thing there, what let me crane my head over my shoulder to see his face buried into my crack. "What are you doing there? Oh no -- you don't need to do that with your tongue, it embarrasses me ... just a client ..." I abruptly went quiet, fearing the worst if he'd got me. "I know already, Mark ... I know," he just gave back, before resuming to try and shove his tongue again throu my bum hole. "You know? And do it anyway? Why?" I after a while carefully asked. "Because ... you remember Rolf?" "Yeah, it's a couple years ago though ..." "I know, but it was him who'd given me a clue and wanted me to join too, but I'd chickened out because of my foreskin ... till today ..." he confessed. "You just say!" I said, perplex, and then added, that I loved the way his foreskin was tight and that his cock had a damn' huge knob and was at least straight -- very straight up and not curved like mine, just his had then that puckered foreskin on top. Now Alex came up, snuggled to me and said, that he too loved the way my 5-inches penis was, but what I denied it would, and also not that it was 5 inches. However, he insisted it was and took a ruler from his desk and started to measure my stiff tool, trying to bend back that curve it had on the upper third, but what didn't work properly though. "See, a bit more then 4.5 inches," he stated, but said too, that I had to consider the bow and that it would come up to 5 inches, tearing then a stripe from a paper and measuring the bow with it, then measured the straight lower part, and it brought even 2 lines more then 5 inches, give or take â€" so 5 inches it WAS. "Wow -- so I have almost the same size as my bro -- wow!" Ding -- ding -- ding ... "Oh, that's the dryer; wait, I'll give you something else to wear for now and then we go down to eat first," he said, went to the cupboard and nestled between piles of clothes, then pulled two little black gym shorts made of cotton with the known 3 stripes out, brought them to me and gave me the smaller one to try. "They're hot, Alex ... uh, what's that here?" I then asked him, pointing at several dried and even crusty protein stains inside. "Uh, just the same as here ... vanilla cream, look," he grinned, albeit blushing, and showed me an even bigger dried stain in his shorts, then stepped in and pulled them up, leaving a rather huge bulge where his junk was. I did the same and found it comfortable, just that they were a bit too short, so that my dick had to go to the left and upwards as usual, whereas my nuts could not hide properly under the legs highly cut opening. "Looks nasty that way," I said to Alex and pulled on the shorts to come down a bit, but then it was my meanwhile once more erected banana which poked out of the stretched waistband, complaining that I hardly could go downstairs that way. "Hardly ... hihihi ... uh, but mom won't care ... she ... she actually like's to see what growing boys carrying around, Mark," Alex brought out and then just took my hand, but I resisted, saying: "She ... DOES? Really?" "Yeah, but don't worry, she won't touch you there, just looking at and ask you things ... if you wouldn't mind and keep your thighs a bit spread at the dinner table for her," Alex replied and then pulled on my hand again ... and I gave in. Well, not that I really had objections if she needed to feel me up, as I'd let Peter's mom do that too. But like two such events in a short time was a bit too much to handle, at least now with Alex' mom and in front of her son, who was sporting an obscenely stiff cock then, what didn't help my erection to shrink -- the contrary was the case, as it then poked out, when we were together on the way downstairs. "Oh well, you're just right ... let's see: nice fit those shorts, Mark, or do you think they're too tight?" Alex' mom asked. "Uh ... not really, ma'am -- just a bit maybe," I smiled with a reddened face at her. "Well, I know they are from Alex when he was 11 and worn out now, but just inside the house it wont bother any of us, since we know what your pubescent things behind look like ... as far as they are hidden, huh Alex?" she then smirked at her son. "Sure mom ... uh, can we ..?" he asked, making a gesture with his head towards the dining table. "Of course we can ... sit there at the other side please ... and you Mark can sit next to me!" Shit though: as soon as I was on the chair, my whole ball sac made its way free and sat in the full fat nude high on the left junction of my thin thighs. "Let it out there, Mark ... you know the testicles need a cooler environment then the body, or your sperms in your ... um, vanilla sauce, if I might call that again that way, they might die ... therefore let them rest in the fresh air, before they have to go back to work ... " "OK," I just agreed. "You're an obedient kid and I like that and hope you had a nice time upstairs with my son, huh?" "Yeah -- he's very friendly to me," I said and blinked to Alex, who was just listening to our not quite orderly discussion. "That's nice to hear, dear Mark, just be careful when you do him with your hand, since his foreskin is too tight, what we might consider to correct after his 18th birthday, as he's not that much into girls and therefore surely would not need to get physical that way before -- understand?" "Yes ma'am, just ..." "What else? Tell me please, as I'm the one you can ask everything you want," she offered, her head turned towards me, but her gaze again fully onto my plumply swollen nut sac. "Um, but what then, if it is just, say ... well, in case he would like to get ... uh, you've said physical, but you know .. with ME then instead of a girl?" I breathed to her, with Alex then rolling his eyes back. "But he CAN do that, if he wants and you want it too, Mark; isn't it, Alex? But if it hurts too much, then ... I mean it has not always to be the bum, but the lips and mouths too â€" my husband likes that a lot better then the ordinary way and I cannot see a problem, if two young healthy spunky kids like you two would exchange their ... hihihi vanilla sauce, huh?" "Yes ma'am." "Fine â€" I like talking to you; you're not only a cute, but also a clever young kid, Mark!" "Thanks ma'am!" "Uh mom â€" can we now?" Alex then wanted to stop our dialog. "Of course ... and you don't worry, Mark, as tasty, tight and fresh your huge eggs look, we have already some on the table, boiled and cut already, hihi ..." she couldn't help but to drop a last joke. Then we had dinner with smoked salmon, rye toast, butter, a variety of cheese, tomatoes, mixed pickles ... boiled eggs and cut as said ... brrr, and tea; and later on at the coffee table some mousse au chocolat, an espresso for Alex' mom and iced tea for us was served. All the time though the before at the dinner table started dialog continued, with Alex then also jumping in, and before long it was time for me to leave. "Oh sorry, that I have stolen your time, Mark. But Alex, honey -- he could come again tomorrow after lunch, if he wants ... not that his so respectable scrotum might burst, if he cannot empty it nicely, isn't it, Mark?" "I'll do it then at home, after Tom had bummed me, ma'am," I meanwhile used to her language gave bluntly back. "I see -- that naughty, naughty brother of you ... but at your young age it might not need but a few strokes for Alex to help you empty your heavy bag, just when you anyway have to change into your shorts upstairs!" "MOM!" "OK, OK -- it was just a suggestion Alex, you not HAVE to do him, but he would need it I guess ... uh, get upstairs now boys, it's 8.20, past already," he then hushed us up, Alex asking me then quietly on the stairs if I knew 69ing ... * Ten minutes later and after a mind-blowing one-minute mutual suck job with swallowing all we could I was on my way home and I had a bit cold then in early May, but not wanted to wear a jacket from Alex or that he had to bring me with his bike, because ... well, I just needed to look briefly down at the station for that worker, as the last train would arrive just before midnight. And he was indeed there, carrying a suitcase from a train into the magazine, when I was approaching from the other side and then was calling him. "Shit boy ... glad to see you, but shouldn't you be at home right now?" he answered and beckoned me into the magazine, where he was putting the suitcase onto a shelve, when I replied that I still had 15 minutes left. "Gosh ... and you could take it for 5 bucks? Up your bum I mean?" "Sure! Where?" I asked, thrilled that I could earn 5 bucks, as it normally wouldn't be more then 2, maybe 3 from another John, if he'd shot first down my throat before pumping a 2nd load up my chute. He then grabbed my thin neck and shoved me into an adjacent room which was his semi-private refuge with an old sofa, a sink and an electric cooker. "I don't wanna open the light," he said, when glaring briefly out of the window towards the station, then asked me just to pull my shorts a bit down and kneel onto the sofa to get a tight grip on its back. "Hot black undershorts you've got kid ... here comes some handcream what will help you, 'cause mine is ... quite a bit ..." "OOOUUUUUUUUCHHHHHHHHH ..." came my scream instantly, not with my regular broken voice, but high-pitched due to an extreme pain. "SSSHHHHHHHH ... not that loud ! Shall I stop then?" he asked behind me, but I'd wanted to have a shag and had to have it now and therefore hissed, that he slowly should go ahead. He did, and eventually my sphincter relaxed and let that fat manly cock enter my chute to the worker's pubes, resting there a couple seconds, before the fuck began. For a moment the stinging pain came back, but I was biting my lips and let him accelerate the pace, and then felt his nut sac slapping against my low hanging balls, but which would then draw up in their fleshy pouch, as I felt it cook and then boil in my eggs, and as soon as his thrusts were badly hammering my poor little ass, I was gripping the back of the sofa tightly and started to tense, and he must have felt that too, as he then banged me a couple more times almost like with a rape, then froze briefly, before fucking me his ripe slime in short pushes into my guts, whereas I squirted my boy load onto the back of that old sofa. "S-sorry ... I need to go ... another train, you know," he panted, then withdrew, pulled his trousers up and fished a bill out of his wallet. "Come next week after school, any day, and between 4 and 5 is the best; now go please and walk out throu that door there behind -- it's less obvious then to see where you're coming from ... and thanks for that great shag, was very much appreciated, boy ... uh, what's your name? I've seen you before, but ..." "Mark ... and thanks for the bucks; see you around then ..." I waved to him, after I'd pulled that skimpy black cotton shorts from Alex and my own shorts up and left with the whole load in my dripping ass, walking then past the station as I'd come from farther away and was then just ringing the door bell, when it was chiming 9 times from the Protestant church's bell tower. Mom was pushing the button upstairs, the relais snored and I could open the door. "Was it nice up there at doctor's place?" "Oh yeah, great it was, mom," I've said and had planted a kiss onto her cheek, her then saying that Tom went for the sleepover at Peter's instead and that I could sleep at her place, if I wanted. 'Huh? OK, that with Tom and Peter didn't bother me, but that with mom? Did I want that? Well, as a younger boy we had sometimes shared a bed with mom, me quite more often then Tom, but since I had my 'days' it hadn't happened over more then a year anymore,' so I then thought and worried a bit. "Yeah, would be neat, but I guess I need some privacy right now" I then heard myself breathe to mom, kissing her again, almost onto her mouth. "Well then, maybe tomorrow morning; it's Sunday, and I just wanted to talk a bit about your so called privacy, nothing more ... and what it had to do with Tom, Peter and now with that Alex too. "OK, night mom ... uh, can I come over in case I'd change my mind?" "Sure you can, you're my small boy, always been, and you'll need some help to come back on track with your puberty -- sweetie ..." she then smiled, and briefly kissed my forehead ... and was starring at my shorts' bulge not differently then Alex' or Peter's mom had done before ... and I got a boner -- a rapid one, and wanted to turn and hide it in the bedroom, but could not move, just stood there and let mom see how badly my shorts were tenting up. "Now just go ... and help yourself ... " she smiled at me, tousling my hair and what seemed to be a favorite task for moms; and I turned and went. "And take a hanky afterwards ..." I heard her behind me, before closing the door. [] END OF PART 5 []