Date: Fri, 26 Apr 2024 23:21:30 +0200 (CEST)
From: fbravo@tutamail.com
Subject: Grinner & Smiler - Chapter 4

GRINNER & SMILER

This is a story inspired by my own experiences growing up in the UK in the
1960s and 1970s. That doesn't mean it all really happened.

Nor does it mean I condone the actions of the characters. They are simply
imaginative depictions of boys and men who get up to certain intimate male
activities that might have taken place a long time ago, but certainly
should never happen now, regardless of how much they enjoyed themselves in
the past.

If you are likely to be offended by this story or it is illegal for you to
read such fiction in your country or jurisdiction for whatever reason,
please stop reading now, close this file and step away from the words.

Category: b/b, m/b/b, m/b

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Since the story takes place in the UK around 50 years ago, the language
reflects both that period and culture and uses terms commonly used by boys
for their sexual parts and activities at that time. This is how we spoke,
though I admit I'm not aiming for perfect period dialogue. It's the general
sense of the times I'm hoping to convey.

Needless to say, in the UK "pants" are and were "underpants" not trousers.

Also "willy" is rarely a person's name, "spunk" is not "pluck" and "wank"
is not a town in Austria. The context should make it easy for non-UK
readers to grasp the actual meanings (amongst other things).

But if anything is unclear, please feel free to email me at the address at
the end of this chapter.



Chapter 4

It was only when I was lying in bed later that night with my pyjama bottoms
kicked off and my hand back between my legs wanking my willy, that I
realised I didn't know when the next time with Rob was going to be.

And I had no way of finding out.

Obviously mobile phones were still just props on Star Trek and though we
had recently got a landline, lots of people in my world didn't and even if
Rob's family did, I didn't know their number or even his surname to check
in the phone book.

In any case, little boys in the early 70s didn't communicate by phone. Our
lives were connected by the age-old traditions of knocking on another boy's
door to ask if he was playing today. Or by going to the woods or the
playground or the park to see who was there, did you like them, did they
like you, and would they let you play with them.

But I'd only met Rob by chance in the woods and he might never be there
again and I didn't know what house he lived in and he didn't go to my
school, so our playing places weren't his playing places.

Lying there in bed, thinking about the amazing events of our dirty
afternoon and of course squeezing and wanking my erect willy, I knew I had
to find him somehow. Apart from anything else, there was my new fear of
peeing the bed if I wanked too fast, which clearly had something to do with
"my come" which Rob was going to tell me about. There was no one else I
could ask about it and certainly no books I knew of with that sort of
information.

But since wanking was now my favourite pastime, I had to know. It was too
frustrating and even sometimes painful to stop when I felt like I was going
to pee. Under no circumstances could I pee the bed for all the obvious
reasons, but also because my brother in the bed across the room would
definitely find out and make fun of me. As the older brother that would
destroy the very fabric of my universe.

I could have taken Rob's advice and practised peeing with a stiffy in the
bath, which might both solve the problem of "my come" and give me a new
skill at the same time. But again my brother was in the way. We still
usually shared baths to save on hot water and I could hardly do serious
wanking experiments with him sat there staring at me, could I?

There was also the other matter of finding out how to make my "nobby" pop
out of my skin. I loved how Rob and Uncle Vince's helmets looked bare and I
wondered if mine would look the same. But as I tested the snug skin with my
fingers, there still didn't seem much chance of that happening without some
help.

As I very reluctantly dragged my hand away from my willy that needed
wanking oh so badly, pulled my pyjama bottoms back up and turned on my side
to go to sleep, I promised myself I would definitely find Rob again and get
everything sorted out for a life of happy, pee-free willy wanking and the
feeling of fresh air on my bare acorn.



                                        ...



Next morning I went straight to the woods and spent some time repairing our
dam, but Rob didn't appear. I met up with some school friends and spent the
rest of the day exploring the woods and later playing football in the park
with them. Honestly I would have loved to strip off with all of them and
play willy games, but I didn't know how to make that happen at this point.

I played with the same little gang the next day, though I made sure that we
spent time in all the public places that I thought Rob might show up
to. Sadly he didn't. Every night I lay in bed yanking on my willy until the
pee feeling peaked and I had to stop. Having more dirty naked fun with Rob
was constantly on my mind and the incredibly rude spectacle of Uncle Vince
naked and hairy and wanking his big hard willy and squirting his "spunk"
made my belly flip with excitement and longing to see it again.

Had I been older, I might have been able to accept the one-off nature of
much of life's most thrilling bits, but I was only a little boy and my
wonderful dirty afternoon just seemed so natural and somehow meant to be,
that I couldn't even begin to think that that was it over and done with
until the next time lightning struck. Cast your mind back and I expect
you'll recognise how I processed what had happened. I'd had the most
wonderful sexy time with this boy and this man and everyone had fun and I
really enjoyed myself, so how could it possibly be something that couldn't
or shouldn't happen again and again and again.

Little boys are not prone to over-thinking things or seeing their
experiences in any context wider than how much fun it is. And if it's fun,
why not do it?  Some people profess astonishment and disbelief that little
boys like sex and cocks and all the rest, but if you've been a little boy,
the only astonishing thing is that some grown-ups insist you don't feel and
enjoy what you most certainly do feel and enjoy.

Put it this way. To me at nine, almost ten years old, it was a huge deal,
but not the same huge deal the world says it is.

Besides why did I have a willy if I wasn't meant to have fun with it? I
knew enough to understand that willy fun of any kind was not the sort of
thing you told your mum and dad or teachers about, but that's because it
was private, not because it was wrong.

Little boys understand private and private lives and know they're not
always the same thing as deep, dark secret lives.

Anyway on the third morning after the wonderful dirty afternoon, I woke up
with a brilliant idea and not just an aching willy. I might not know where
Rob lived, but I'd been to Uncle Vince's house and I could go there
again. It was obvious and I found myself wondering why I'd not thought of
that before. Probably because I'd been focused on recreating how I first
met Rob, but now I realised I didn't have to do that after all. Though
Uncle Vince's flat was away from my immediate neighbourhood, it wasn't
really that far and within easy walking distance. So that's what I'd
do. I'd go there this morning and then...well then was for later.

I jumped out of bed and stripped off my pyjamas. My brother was awake and
we exchanged a few silly words, but I was so excited that I didn't care
that I was naked and my willy was sticking up and he could see it. He had a
good look too and I couldn't blame him. It felt enormous. I wrapped a towel
round myself, went to the bathroom, had a good wash all over at the sink
with cold water (no question of running a hot bath in the morning in the
school holidays with the price of gas the way it was and my dad checking
the meter every day!), brushed my teeth very clean, got dressed in the
bedroom – t-shirt, shorts and gym shoes of course – and attempted to
make my escape from the house undetected.

Of course I was foiled by my mum, who made me have breakfast, then go to
the corner shop to buy her some groceries, cigarettes and sweets as a
reward, though why my brother got some too just for sitting on the sofa on
his big, lazy bum was a mystery. When I got back, I had to look after him
for an hour while she went out for some appointment. With all that, it was
almost midday went I was finally able to set off on my adventure with a few
10p coins to buy myself some lunch on the way.

It was a bright and warm sunny day out on the streets and at first I walked
like a human boy, but as I left my familiar neighbourhood and began to
recognise more of the landmarks on the way to Uncle Vince's, a feeling of
growing excitement bubbled up in my stomach and I was forced to run the
last bit like a boy superhero, finally flopping down panting on my belly on
a patch of grass in front of the block of flats. It was here that I began
contemplating my next move to find Rob or his uncle, but as it happened I
didn't need a plan, because lightning chose to strike twice.

"Hello, Smiler" said a familiar, friendly voice.

I sat up and there was Uncle Vince standing over me. He was wearing blue
jeans and a tight bright red singlet top, which were fashionable then. I
immediately honed in on the dark chest spilling out over the top of the
singlet and the tufts visible in his arm pits. Of course I had seen him
naked already, but that didn't mean I was now blasι about these sexy
parts of an adult male's body. Especially out here on the street, where
everyone could see how sexy he was. And that's even before I had a look at
the huge bulge in his those jeans, which of course were designed back then
exactly to make small boys (and any other interested parties) stare and
wriggle in their pants.

"Hello Uncle Vince," I said, smiling, of course.

"So what are you doing round here then?" he asked.

"Well, I -,"

"Did you come to see your mate Grinner?"

"Yes."

"Thought so. You had fun last time didn't you?

"Oh yes."

"He told me all about it."

He winked at me and I think I blushed a bit, though it might have been a
flush, because I certainly wasn't embarrassed about him knowing what Rob
and I had got up to.

"Well, you're in luck," said Uncle Vince, "He's staying with me for a
couple of days while his mum's visiting some relation of hers. He's
upstairs now. Do you want to come up?"

"Yes, please."

"OK, Smiler. Off we go."

He held his hand out and pulled me to my feet. He didn't let go as we
walked to the entrance of the flats and I didn't want him to. It just felt
naturally walking alongside him holding his hand.

The lift was broken, so we climbed the stairs. Eventually we arrived at his
floor and seconds later he was opening the red front door with his key and
stepping into the hallway.

"Oi, Grinner boy, got a surprise for you."

"What is it?"

I recognised Rob's voice and then suddenly he was standing in the doorway
of the living room. He was stark bollock naked, as we used to say back
then.

His face lit up with that famous grin and I'm sure I saw his soft willy
give a little jerk. He ran across to me and put his arm around my shoulder
affectionately. Back then little boys didn't hug each other, but they did
walk around with their arms around their mates' shoulders. It meant the
same thing.

Rob guided me into the living room and Uncle Vince followed.

"I really wanted to see you again," said Rob happily "You're a proper dirty
boy like me."

That was true, but it felt strange to be there with all my clothes on and
Rob totally naked. Uncle Vince noticed the mismatch too and laughed.

"Look at you two. Grinner in the nuddy and Smiler all covered up. What do
you think Smiler? Has he been having a wank?

"I dunno." I said.

"I do," said Uncle Vince, "He's a right little wanker. Can't keep his hand
off his willy."

"You can't either," responded Rob.

"What- my willy or your willy?" said Uncle Vince winking at me.

"Both!" yelled Rob and jumped up, catching his arms around Uncle Vince's
neck and hauling himself up, wrapping his legs around the man's waist and
climbing all over him.

"Whoa!" protested Uncle Vince, "You'll have me on the floor, you little
monkey."

"Yay!" exclaimed Rob, clearly relishing that possibility and doubled his
efforts to get the best of Uncle Vince.

It was really funny to see them wrestling like that and sexy too, because
Rob's bare bum and willy were all over the place and I saw his pink
bum-hole a few times too when his cheeks stretched open. I was laughing,
quite giddy with the excitement of being here again.

"Enough!" yelled Uncle Vince and gave Rob's flapping willy a playful but
firm pinch. Rob yelped and loosening his grip, he flopped on to the carpet.

"I'm naked, " he said panting a little. Obviously we knew he was naked but
he seemed to want to show off about it, proud to be the only one with
everything on show.

"You see, Smiler, I like everyone to be comfortable in my flat," said Uncle
Vince, "so if they want to take their clothes off and run round in the
nuddy, that's fine by me. But it's up to you. You don't have to do anything
you don't want to do in my flat and if you want to stop or go home you just
say. Do you understand what I'm saying, Smiler?"

I nodded.

"Yes. And I won't tell anyone about anything, promise."

Where did that come from? I surprised myself to be honest. But it seemed
like the right thing to say since we were evidently getting a few things
straight.

Uncle Vince raised his eyebrows and gave a little laugh.

"Well, it sounds like we're all happy with the situation and that's the
main thing."

"Show us your big, hairy willy," demanded Rob, contorting himself into an
impressive crab pose on the carpet, which pushed his floppy bald winkle and
sac right up in the air.

He was obviously in a naughty mood with a bit of showing off thrown in for
good measure. I was a little bit shocked to hear him be so rude to a grown
up, but I also liked it.

Uncle Vince rolled his eyes and looked at me.

"Your mate Grinner is a very dirty little boy," he said, "I don't know
where he gets it from."

"You!" said Rob.

"Fair enough" said Uncle Vince. He kicked off his shoes and started to
unbuckle his belt.

"It's bloody warm outside. I reckon I need to give my bits and pieces a bit
of air."

He unzipped his jeans and sitting down on the sofa, pulled them down his
legs and kicked them off. His socks came off next and then he sat back just
in his red vest and very small red briefs. These weren't y-fronts and they
sat so low on his hips that his pubes were curling over the
waistband. There was a bulge at the front that looked as though it might
split the material at any moment. He wasn't hard, because if hard his cock
would have been sticking out of the waistband. But he definitely filled
those pants almost to overflowing.

Rob looked at me and licked his lips, as his hand went between his legs.

"So", said Uncle Vince, "Sit yourself down, Smiler and let's have a chat."

I sat in the armchair which was angled towards the sofa. Rob was now
leaning up against Uncle Vince's hairy legs, plucking at his willy which
was sticking straight out.

"Grinner boy here tells me you had a very dirty time when you were last
here. Did you enjoy yourself?"

I nodded.

"Did you ever see a man with a hard cock before?"

"No."

"So you never saw a man wank before?"

"No."

"And you didn't know what spunk was?"

"No."

"Did you even know what wanking was, Smiler?"

"No."

"But you were playing with your willy before you came here, weren't you?"

"Oh yes. I play with it in bed all the time, but I didn't know it was
called wanking."

"Right. And so what did you think of it all then? Me wanking my hard cock
and showing you my spunk and all that?"

"It was lovely," I said, "Dirty and sexy and lovely."

Uncle Vince laughed.

"Well, that's pretty definite," he said. "Now Rob here says you had a great
time peeing in the bath and wanking over my naughty magazines when I went
out."

"Yes."

Suddenly I felt very hot.

"Can I take my t-shirt off?" I said.

"Of course" said Uncle Vince, "I told you, you can do anything you like
here."

I pulled my t-shirt off. It instantly felt cooler to be sat there in just
my shorts, so I pulled my gym shoes and socks off to get some more air on
my skin. I didn't strip off completely because I'd didn't think I'd be able
to stop grabbing my willy and whatever Uncle Vince had said about doing
whatever I want, he hadn't actually seen my willy yet, so I was a little
bit shy.

"You look very handsome, Smiler," said Uncle Vince.

Which just made me smile even more.

"Here's the thing," continued Uncle Vince, "This dirty lad here said that
you had to stop wanking because you thought you were going to pee on my bed
and that you didn't knowing what getting your come was."

I glanced at Rob, a bit unsure how I felt about him telling Uncle Vince
about that.

"It's OK," Uncle Vince reassured me, "First I wouldn't mind if you did pee
on my bed. Somebody not a million miles away has done that a few times."

Rob snorted.

"Secondly, you weren't going to pee, you were going to come, but it sounds
like you don't know what that is."

"I don't," I agreed.

"And you haven't found out by yourself in the last few days?"

I shook my head.

"Well," said Uncle Vince, "There are some things about boys' willies and
other parts of their bodies too that you don't learn in school –"

"We don't learn anything about willies in school" I piped up.

"I know" said Uncle Vince, "We didn't either. But me and Grinner's dad knew
some big boys and some men who taught us all that stuff and it was
brilliant."

He nudged Rob with his knee.

"That's where this dirty little sod gets it from. His dad was randy as
hell."

Rob grinned at this tribute to his family honour.

"So based on my own naughty boyhood, I think little boys should be able to
learn these things and if they want also have some dirty fun with other
boys and men like me too. What do you think about that?"

"Yes please," I said.

Uncle Vince smiled.

"I can see you're a keen one, Smiler. So I think you need to learn about
coming today so that you don't end up doing your stiff little willy a
mischief."

This sounded exactly what I needed. Uncle Vince was a
mind-reader. Certainly a dirty mind-reader.

"Do you remember when I was wanking in the bath and you saw my spunk shoot
out?"

"Yes."

"Well that's what coming is."

"You mean I'm not going to pee, I'm going to spunk?"

"Well, you won't actually spunk yet. Little boys don't have spunk until
they're a bit older."

"Like the big boys with the hairy willies in school?"

"That's right. Now coming feels wonderful – it's like a big release that
makes your whole body light up. You wank and you wank and you wank and
everything builds up inside you –

"Yes, that's what it feels like,"

"But instead of stopping you carry on and –"

"You have a come" interjected Rob. "Like when we were wanking with the
dirty books, I had a come."

"When you were shaking and making oh sounds and then you stopped?"

"Yeah, it was lovely."

Uncle Vince smiled.

"So now you know what it means when a boy has a come. It's just like a man
spunking, except nothing comes out. Do you understand, Smiler."

"I think so."

"Well it's all very well telling you about it, but the best way to really
learn is to see it. So Grinner and me are going to show you how a boy
comes. Hop up, dirty lad,"

With that, Rob got to his feet and plonked himself on Uncle Vince's
lap. Uncle Vince pulled his legs open so I could see Rob's willy sticking
up very rudely. It was incredibly stiff and the red berry had slid out of
his foreskin.

"Watch closely, Smiler," said Uncle Vince.

His raised his hands to Rob's bare chest and rubbed his big palms over his
skin. Pausing at Rob's tiny pink nipples he gave them both a gentle
pinch. Rob moaned and rested his head back against the man's chest. I was
surprised about his reaction to his nipples being touched. I'd never
thought much about boys' nipples before, not even my own. I had noticed
that men had nipples and sometimes they were really big, sometimes small,
sometime brown, sometimes pink, but I assumed they were just like
tonsils. Boys and men didn't need nipples because feeding babies was for
mums.

However seeing Rob stretch out his legs and torso when his nipples were
touched made me realise there was some investigations to be done there.

I noticed that Vince was looking at me and not down at Rob. He smiled and
dropped his hands down to Rob's willy and balls. His hands were so big and
Rob's bits were so small, that he could easily cover them and he did before
starting massaging them. Next he took his hands away and with his right
finger and thumb he took hold of Rob's stiff willy and gently began to
slide the skin back and forth over the red knob. Rob started making that
humming sound I heard him do when we were wanking in the bedroom, so he was
obviously loving it.

"He loves being wanked off," commented Uncle Vince, "Just like his dad. In
fact his willy does look and feel a lot like his dad's when he was ten."

I was aware that my own willy was now rigid inside my pants, but I was too
mesmerised by the scene in front of me to even press my hand against it
through my shorts.

"It's a real pleasure to wank this little willy, Smiler. But you've already
had a feel of him haven't you? Did you like feeling Grinner's dirty bits."

"Oh yes."

Rob squirmed in his lap and I saw Uncle Vince push his bulge up underneath
Rob's ball bag. The red of his briefs and the white of Rob's scrotum were a
striking combination. I could see his little balls moving inside the skin
and as I watched it was like they lifted up and his pouch become tighter.

"I could carry on wanking him for ages, but we'll just do a quick one this
time so you can see him have his come," said Uncle Vince. His finger and
thumb grip on Rob's shaft got firmer and faster. His red knob flashed in
and out of his willy snout.

"Are you close?" asked Uncle Vince.

Rob just grunted.

"Here he goes, Smiler. Keep looking."

In that second, Uncle Vince wanked Rob really fast, Rob's mouth opened wide
with those oh, oh, oh sounds, his body tensed as he pushed back against
Uncle Vince and –"

"He's coming. He's coming right now."

And that is what happened, Rob had his come as I watched Uncle Vince wank
him off and suddenly I understood a lot of new and exciting things.

Rob slumped and Uncle Vince stopped tugging on his willy. It was still
stiff but somehow it had a lost a little bit of its urgency. Uncle Vince
squeezed the little boy's glans and his tiny slit opened up.

"See, no pee," Uncle Vince said "and no spunk."

He wrapped his arms tight around Rob's body and squeezed him
affectionately.

"Good boy."

Rob lay then for a moment.

"Some boys just have one come, but some can have one after another. This
little monkey had ten in a row one day."

Ten? How could anyone's willy survive ten?

"But that's it for now."

Rob opened his eyes and grinned at me.

"Your turn now."

 My turn?

Oh yes please.

Rob hopped off Uncle Vince's lap and scratched his balls, then rubbed his
bum cheeks.

"Numb bum," he commented to no one in particular.

"Go and get the mirror from the bedroom, there's a good boy" said Uncle
Vince.

Mirror?

What was the mirror for?

"Now" said Uncle Vince, "It's up to you if you want to do this, but what do
you think about sitting on my lap and letting me wank your willy and give
you a come?"

"Yes please."

Uncle Vince laughed and stood up. I noticed that the front of his red pants
were bulging even more now, but also had several wet spots. Had he peed
himself a bit?

"I think it's about time I got my willy out too if you're getting yours
out."

He pulled his pants down and there it was – his big old hairy willy, not
super hard yet, but poking out very rudely, and his peephole was leaking
clear sticky liquid. That must be the wet spots on his pants and the stains
Rob showed me on the y-fronts last time.

"Come on then, pants off, little fella,"

I didn't need telling twice. My shorts and my pants were down in an instant
and my willy sprang up and hit my bald pubis.

"Lovely," said Uncle Vince, "I reckon we're both going to enjoy this,"

He sat down back on the sofa, pulling off his singlet, so he was now
completely naked. I climbed up into his lap. I could feel his pubes
tickling my bare bum. He pulled my legs open as he had done with Rob. I was
effectively perched on his semi-stiff cock as Rob came back in carrying a
long frameless mirror about five feet in height. It clearly wasn't very
heavy because he handled it easily.

"Rest it up against the fireplace," instructed Uncle Vince and Rob did.

"Look" said Uncle Vince.

I gazed in front of us and saw the most amazing, rudest, dirtiest, exciting
sight of my life. I saw myself naked sat on the lap of a naked hairy
man. He was holding my legs open and my willy was like a pale ivory spike,
standing proud all three inches of it. Underneath my balls I saw the hairy
meatiness of Uncle Vince's cock and balls and the dark red bulb of his
helmet.

I gasped, Rob grinned and Uncle Vince made a rude pouting face.

"Look at us two dirty boys," he murmured.

His hands went to my nipples. I felt like he was pulling strings that went
straight to my willy and the place between my balls and my bum-hole. He
massaged my skinny chest with just the right amount of pressure and rubbed
my belly, tickling inside my belly button. His hands went down between my
legs, stroking the damp creases between my balls and my thighs. One big
hand, dark furred across the back, cupped my little ball bag, while the
other went to my erect willy.  His big fingers climbed up the shaft to the
tip where he lightly gripped the soft, snug skin of my foreskin and begin
to stroke it up, down, up, down over my swollen, hidden berry.

And as this was done to me I watched it all in the mirror in front of us. I
saw the little boy that was me naked and pale against the hairy naked body
of the man who was gently, carefully, beautifully wanking me. I saw the
little boy relax into the man and give himself over to the experienced,
skilful hand that was making my willy harder and ache with pleasure more
than it ever had before. This man was some kind of wanking wizard, he must
have done this a thousand times and now he was doing it to me.

I watched in disbelief as the fat hairy sausage between his legs got
stiffer and reared up obscenely between my open legs until it was pressing
against my tightening scrotum and the bottom of my little erection. He
never touched himself and I never touched him, but I could see his huge
cock pulsing in time to his stroking of my willy.

Rob was on the floor by Uncle Vince's legs, looking now at the mirror, now
back at us on the sofa, then back to the mirror. The big hard cock and the
little twitching willy were so close to the back of his head that when he
turned to look he was close enough to kiss either or both. He didn't
though, he was too absorbed with seeing as much as he could and pulling
himself off.

It's impossible to describe that first ever come, my first orgasm, my first
climax when it arrived. I felt like I was being turned inside out and
upside down at the same time. It was the beginning or everything.

All that tension, that ache, that need was thrust out of my body. I felt my
willy trying to shoot something out, spasming wildly, but I didn't pee and
I obviously didn't spunk.

In the seconds afterwards, my body went limp. I was aware that Rob was also
coming and making his oh, oh, oh noise. I watched in the mirror, but also
somehow looked down my body at the same time, as Uncle Vince grabbed his
huge, thick erection and wanked himself hard and fast, his big hairy body
tensing up underneath me. It was like I was riding his wank, bucking about
on his belly.

Then he orgasmed, thick, wet, ropes of white spunk squirting out of the big
slit in his red knob. I'm sure I actually saw his slit open up like a
little mouth a second before the cream shot out. And then it was flying
everywhere and I felt it splatter on my chest, my face, my belly, my willy.

Uncle Vince was shouting out words, swear-words I suppose, though I didn't
know that many then. He was pumping the spunk out of his big old willy.

And then everything went still and quiet apart from all three of us
breathing fast and hard, then slower and softer. Two little boys and a man
drained by their comes.

We were all staring at ourselves in the mirror. I don't imagine any of us
will ever forget that sight.

Rob grinned.

"Really dirty" he announced, absolutely delighted.

Uncle Vince threw his head back and gave a big booming laugh.

I smiled and smiled and smiled some more, as the spunk trickled down my
naked skin.



                              ...





And so ends Chapter 4. I hope you enjoyed it.

There's still one more chapter to come, which will wrap up this first
volume of Grinner and Smiler's adventures and in particular Smiler's
introduction to the wonderful world of cock fun.

I'll then take a short break before returning with further volumes
describing their fun and games as they unfold over the following few years.

Keep your eyes (and flies) open for Chapter 5 coming soon.

I've really appreciated hearing from readers who are enjoying the story. It
really spurs me on to know it's giving pleasure and you're eager to find
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