Date: Mon, 21 Mar 2005 15:28:29 -0800 (PST)
From: BobWho <bobbajobba@yahoo.com>
Subject: Summer With Sparky Chapter Two: Sparky and Simon

The next day was Sunday, which began like every other
Sunday, even though it didn't feel like any Sunday...
ever. In our house, Sunday meant church.

I sat through the long, boring sermon, not listening
to a word of it. Afterwards I trooped with the other
kids into the church hall for Sunday school. Instead
of completing the crossword I'd been given, where all
the answers were about Joseph and his multicoloured
coat, I sat thinking about Sparky. And when I wasn't
thinking about Sparky, I was thinking about Jeremy,
the minister's nineteen-year-old son who taught us
about the bible. To be specific, I was thinking what
he might look like under his tightly buttoned shirt. I
even tried to make out what his cock was like and how
big it was (but gave up eventually as his chinos were
too baggy).

I badly wanted to talk to Billy, but he went with his
Mum and Dad to visit his grandmother every Sunday. If
I couldn't talk to Billy, then I wanted to talk to
Sparky. I wondered if I would have the courage to go
to Sparky's house on my own. Even if I had been brave
enough, wandering off on a Sunday afternoon would have
been impossible. Instead I ate lunch in silence then
sat listlessly staring at the TV.

Every time I went to the toilet I had a close look at
my cock in my Mum's hand mirror, willing hair to
appear, but it didn't.

Dad tried to engage me in conversation once or twice,
but he gave up after a few grunted replies. I heard
him later in the kitchen asking Mum if she knew what
was wrong with me, but she just said something about
'that funny age' and said that it would get worse
before it got better, which I didn't really
understand.

That night in bed I rubbed and rubbed at my cock,
trying to cum like Sparky had. I gave up after my cock
got too sore.

On Monday I was back at school. As well as normal
lessons we were all very busy with preparations for
the end of term concert, so thoughts of Sparky were
finally pushed to the back of my mind. Billy was in a
different class from me, so we only met up at break
times. Our other friends were always around so talking
about Sparky was impossible.

Tuesday passed in much the same way as Monday had.

Wednesday started out quite normally. I was sitting at
the kitchen table eating a bowl of Frosties. The radio
was on, and Dad and I were chuckling at the terrible
old jokes the morning DJ was cracking, while Mum was
at the sink rinsing the teapot.

The doorbell rang and Mum put down the teapot, dried
her hands, and went to answer the door.

"One to sign for, Mrs Harris" said a familiar voice.

"Thanks Sparky. How's your mother keeping?"

"Good days and bad days, Mrs Harris, but she's well
looked after in the home. I'm going to see her when
I've finished the round."

Dad's nose was in his newspaper, so I was able to push
my chair back from the table to see down the hall to
the front door. Sparky was standing in the doorway
talking to my mother. He was wearing a postman's
uniform with the top two buttons of the shirt undone,
revealing a thick mass of black hair.

"Well, give her my best when you see her" said Mum;
bending her head over the clipboard that Sparky had
held out to her to sign.

"I will, ta" said Sparky. He looked straight at me and
winked. I ducked back as Mum looked up.

They said goodbye, and Mum shut the door. I couldn't
believe it. Sparky had been coming to our house almost
every day for months, maybe years, and I'd never, ever
noticed him.

Mum came back into the kitchen and Dad looked up. "Was
that Sparky?" he said. Mum nodded as she sat down to
sort the mail.

"Honestly Mary, I can't believe he has to work, not
with all that money!"

"I think most of the money went into building that big
house, and now the rest is paying for his mum's care.
He still has to eat, Brian."

"He's not got married yet, is he? I thought that was
what good Italian boys did, to 'make-a Mamma proud'"
This last bit was said in a bad Italian accent - Mum
just sighed and shook her head.

"Bet he's still flashing that chest of his, though"
said Dad.

Mum and I both blushed at the same moment, but only I
noticed, thankfully. No one noticed the bulge that had
suddenly appeared in my lap either. Dad chuckled into
his newspaper, and the conversation passed onto less
mortifyingly embarrassing topics.

I was a tiny bit disappointed though, as I wanted to
learn more about Sparky. But a sudden fascination with
the postman would not be a good idea in the
circumstances, so I let it lie.

I took my usual route to school that morning, which
led me along the riverbank. I saw a distant figure
sitting on the tumbledown wall that separated the
river from the railway. As I got closer I realised it
was Sparky.

My heart started beating faster as I got closer to
him. He stood up as I came level with him and started
walking beside me.

"Hi Robbie" he said.

"Hi Sparky."

"Did you have fun my house on Saturday?"

"Yes" I replied.

"Would you and Billy like to come again?"

"Yes please."

"Would you be able to come on Friday after school?"

"I don't know. I'd need to ask."

"I'll be here tomorrow morning, you can let me know
then." He reached over and ruffled my hair, then
hopped over the wall and was gone.

I thought I would never get Billy alone, but I got the
chance during afternoon break when I followed him into
the toilets. I quickly told him what Sparky had said.
He was as keen as I was, so we worked out a plan.

He would tell his Mum that I'd asked him to tea at my
house, and I'd tell my Mum the same thing. We'd had
tea at each others houses often enough, so we were
sure there was little risk that either Mum would phone
the other to make sure. We also lived far enough apart
to reduce the risk that they would accidentally meet.

I met Sparky again the next morning and gave him the
good news. "Fantastic" he said. "See you then."

He flashed his smile at me, and then disappeared.

Thursday and Friday flew past, and in no time at all
Billy and I stood outside Sparky's house. We were both
a bit nervous, and we'd had to reassure and encourage
each other on the walk from school.

I rang the doorbell and Sparky opened the door,
smoothing down his denim shirt and adjusting his
jeans. "Hi lads" he said, beckoning us in. "Glad you
could make it."

We walked into the living room. Sitting on the floor
in front of the TV was a boy. He was also wearing a
school uniform, one from the High School on the other
side of town.

Billy and I sat on the sofa while Sparky poured two
glasses of orange juice from a jug on the coffee
table.

"Billy and Robbie, this is Simon. Simon, this is Billy
and Robbie."

Simon said "Hi" and had a puff on a funny little
cigarette he was holding. He offered the cigarette to
us, but we both said "No thanks". He offered it to
Sparky who took it from him, had a couple of long
draws, and handed it back to him.

"I wanted you to come," began Sparky, "because it's
Simon's birthday next week and I'm giving him a
special present tonight. I thought you two might like
to help out. Is that OK?"

We nodded our agreement. Simon said "Great" and
stubbed the cigarette out in the ashtray on the floor
beside him. He stood up, brushed the blond hair out of
his eyes with his long fingers, and shrugged off the
school blazer he was wearing.

Billy and I watched as Sparky undid the buttons of
Simon's shirt, and then pulled it off. Simon's body
was as pale and as smooth as his face (except for a
small rash of acne on his chin).

Simon's trousers were undone and pulled down in
seconds. He stood there in boxer shorts until they too
were removed. Freed from its confinement, Simon's
small, slim cock jutted straight out from a little
nest of blond hair.

With Sparky's encouragement, Billy and I quickly shed
our clothes. All three of us then helped Sparky out of
his.

Simon walked over to the wall and lent against it,
both palms flat on the wall and his arms straight. We
followed Sparky over to him, and watched as he started
to caress Simon's back and bottom. Sparky's cock began
to thicken as he did so.

"I'm gonna fuck Simon tonight and I'd like you guys to
help. Are you up for it?"

It was plain to see that both Billy and I were well
and truly up. We nodded eagerly. Sparky went over to a
side table, his thick cock bobbing up and down as he
walked, and picked up a jar. He unscrewed the lid and
walked back with the open jar.

"Before I fuck him we need to get him nice and
slippery, otherwise he won't enjoy it very much."
Sparky showed us the jar - it was half full off a pale
yellow jelly. "This is called 'lube'. I'm gonna put it
into his arsehole."

Sparky put his hand into the jar and scooped out a
lump of lube with one finger. He handed me the jar,
then spread the jelly over his other fingers. He
reached down, and while spreading the cheeks of
Simon's arse with one hand, rubbed lube up and down
the crack. He put one finger onto Simon's arsehole,
and pushed it a little way in.

Simon gave a little gasp, and his cock jerked all on
its own.

"Gently, gently" murmured Sparky, and pulled his
finger out again. He rubbed his finger around the edge
of the hole a couple of times, then gently but firmly
pushed his finger in again, slightly deeper this time.

Simon gasped again, and his cock gave another jerk.

Sparky did this four or five times until his finger
was all the way into Simon's arse. He started
rhythmically moving his finger in and out. Simon was
moving his hips to the same rhythm, murmuring "Fuck
yeah, fuck my tight boy-cunt!"

Sparky told us to put some lube on our fingers. After
we had done so he pulled his finger out with a funny
popping sound, and spread the cheeks of Simon's arse
with both hands.

I was first to push my lubed finger inside. It felt
weird at first, but after a few moments I got used to
the warm, sucking sensation. After a couple of minutes
Sparky put Billy's hand on Simon's arsehole. I made to
pull out but Sparky held my hand in place as he pushed
Billy's his finger inside.

Once we were both inside Simon's arse, we started
moving our fingers in and out as Sparky had done.
Simon was moaning loudly now.

Soon Sparky's finger joined ours, and on his
instructions we started pulling Simon's arsehole in
different directions, stretching it and opening it up.

After a few minutes Sparky asked us to put some lube
on his cock. We pulled our fingers out of Simon's arse
and spread lube liberally over the head and shaft of
Sparky's quivering cock - I could feel some pre-cum
beginning to ooze out of the tip.

Sparky put one hand on Simon's stomach, and used his
other hand to guide his cock towards Simon's enlarged
arsehole. When the big head was pushing at Simon's
arsehole, Sparky whispered "Are you sure, Simon?"

"Fuck me now, man," growled Simon.

Sparky began pushing forward with a gentle but
insistent pressure. In an inch, then back a half-inch,
in another inch, and then back a half-inch. Billy and
I watched with awe as Sparky's thick, chunky cock
disappeared into Simon's much smaller hole. We started
rubbing our own cocks, excited by Sparky fucking
someone right in front of us.

Simon was panting, and his face was screwed up in a
grimace as Sparky relentlessly pushed inside him.
Whether he was enjoying it or not, I really couldn't
tell, but his cock rapidly softened as Sparky pushed
inside.

Soon Sparky's hairy balls were rubbing up against
Simon's less hairy ones. Once fully inside, Sparky
paused for a few seconds before pulling his cock back
out again. When his cock was three quarters of the way
out he reversed direction and starting to push back in
again. He did this two or three times, eventually
settling into a steady rhythm of thrusts.

Once Sparky started his thrusts, Simon stopped panting
and started moaning again, and his cock began to
stiffen and jerk. He took one hand from the wall and
stroked his cock to Sparky's thrusting rhythm. Soon
Simon's cock was shiny with pre-cum. After a couple of
minutes he took his hand off his cock and pushed it
towards Billy's mouth. After Billy had licked the
pre-cum of his hand, Simon said "Help me out here,
willya?"

Billy crawled into the space between Simon and the
wall. He reached out and took hold of Simon's cock,
which jerked as he touched it. Moving his body
forward, Billy put the head of Simon's cock into his
mouth, while rubbing the shaft backwards and forwards
in time to the teenager's swaying hips.

Gradually Billy took more and more of Simon's cock
into his mouth - it was much smaller than Sparky's and
so much more manageable - until Billy's nose was
pushed up against Simon's patch of blond hair. Billy
began to move his whole head backwards and forward.
>From where I knelt I could see Sparky's cock thrusting
into Simon's arse, and Simon's cock thrusting into
Billy's mouth.

Not wanting to be left out I reached up and stroked
Sparky's hairy balls, letting them brush against my
fingers as they pushed past. Sparky gave an
appreciative grunt as I did so.

Simon was panting again, and muttering "oh fuck" under
his breath over and over. Whether Billy instinctively
realised something was about to happen, or whether it
was a fluke I don't know, but he pulled his head away
and put his fist around Simon's cock just as Simon
shot a jet of hot spunk into Billy's face. Half went
into his still open mouth and the rest splattered all
over his nose and eyes. This was followed by a few
more blasts of cum. Some splattered the wall, but most
hit poor Billy, although he never lost his grip on
Simon's cock.

When Simon had been drained, Sparky pulled his cock
out of his Simon's arse and turned to me. "You know
what to do," he said with a smile.

I tried to take all of Sparky's cock in my mouth but
it was just too thick, so instead I concentrated on
the bulb-like head. I put my lips around it and sucked
as hard as I could, while licking madly with my
tongue. There was a strange, bitter taste to Sparky's
cock, but I ignored it and soon stopped thinking about
it. It was only afterwards that I realised that it was
the mingled taste of lube and Simon's shit.

I realised that my hands, still covered in lube, had
made their way onto Sparky's arse, and they soon found
themselves massaging his arsehole.

"Yeah, baby" Sparky gasped.

His breathing was getting heavier, and I know that he
wasn't far from cumming, so I started pushing my
slippery fingers into Sparky's arsehole. "Oh yeah" he
moaned and pushed backwards, forcing my fingers deeper
inside him.

This seemed to tip Sparky over the edge, as my mouth
was suddenly filling with cum. I tried to swallow, but
had to take my mouth away from Sparky's spurting cock
to do so. Like Billy before me, I was rewarded with a
face-full of cum as his balls emptied all over me.

Sparky fell to the floor with a sigh, as I tried to
wipe his cum away from my eyes. "Jesus," he panted,
"you're a fucking fast learner."

We both became aware of more panting and gasping, and
looked towards Billy and Simon.  Simon's head was
bobbing up and down as he sucked furiously at Billy's
cock.

Billy's gasps got louder and louder. Simon took hold
of Billy's cock and started pumping away at it, faster
and faster until his fist was a blur. Then suddenly
Simon stopped. Very slowly, with thumb and forefinger,
he began to rub and squeeze the head of Billy's cock.

Billy let out a cry. One, then two, then three drops
of pearly white cum were milked out of the tip of his
cock.

"Well!" said Sparky. "Who wants a hamburger!"

To be continued in "Sparky, Tom, and I"

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