Date: Wed, 23 Mar 2005 12:18:25 -0800 (PST) From: BobWho Subject: Summer With Sparky Chapter Three: Sparky, Tom and I The last week of the school year turned out to be a very busy one for us. As well as rehearsals for the school concert (we sang in the choir) Billy and I spent every spare moment in his or my bedroom practising Billy's new talent. His sudden ability to produce spunk fascinated us. I was a little bit jealous, especially when he tried to explain how great it felt, but I was happy to join in with his wanking sessions. We started off playing with our own cocks, but soon realised it was more fun playing with each other's. Although I hadn't managed to cum yet, Billy still worked my cock hard - he seemed as determined as I was to make me cum. His own spunk was getting easier to produce, and more plentiful, as we started to learn what made him feel good. I'd even tried to make him cum by sucking his cock, but, in spite of the fact that he'd enjoyed it very much, I'd had no success so far. Our wanking marathons came to an abrupt halt on the last day of term (exactly a week after Billy's first spunk had been licked from the tip of his cock by Sparky's friend Simon). After the concert Billy and his parents went straight to the airport to catch a flight to Tenerife. It would be another seven days before Mum, Dad and I flew to the Greek island where we would spend our two-week holiday. The first Saturday of the school holidays was oddly empty. Normally I'd be on a plane, looking forward to two weeks of sun and fun, but because of Dad's work we were going a week later than usual. All my friends had already left or were leaving today, so I was in a gloomy mood. I sat in my bedroom that sunny morning, wondering whether or not to visit Sparky. I hadn't seen him since the afternoon he'd fucked Simon, but as we'd left his house, Sparky had told us to drop by anytime. Even so, I was sure he wouldn't want a kid hanging around him all the time. After a bit, I decided to go to the park that was overlooked by Sparky's house. If Sparky was at home, then he might see me and ask me in. If he wasn't, then I'd just ride my skateboard for a while. Once I got to the park, I skateboarded past Sparky's house a few times, pretending I was practicing my jumps. I felt that he was at home - I could see his motorbike sitting in the drive, and I thought I could make out a figure standing at the window, though I couldn't be sure. A few minutes passed, and Sparky hadn't appeared. "Maybe he's busy," I thought to myself. "Maybe he's out." A few more minutes passed as I zoomed up and down. Finally I made up my mind to ring the doorbell, so I tucked my skateboard under my arm and walked up the drive. The door opened before I'd even touched the bell. Sparky stood in the doorway, wearing a sleeveless vest and a pair of tight shorts that showed off his bulging cock and hairy legs to perfection. "Hi, wee skateboarding man. We thought you were never coming in," said Sparky. Puzzled by the 'we', I leaned my skateboard against the wall and followed Sparky through the hall into the living room. A big man, wearing a checked shirt and blue denim jeans, was standing by the window. The man, who towered over me, grinned broadly and held out his hand, bending down as he did so. "I'm Tom," he said in a deep voice. "You must be Robbie." I nodded shyly and shook his hand. Tom straightened up, scratched his closely cropped blond beard, and gestured towards Sparky with his thumb. "Though why you'd be a friend of this hairy little cockhound, I'll never know!" "Go fuck yourself, you ginger cum-dump," said Sparky, punching Tom on the shoulder. Tom crooked a thick arm tightly around Sparky's neck and gave his head a hard knuckle-rub. "That's 'blond' cum-dump, you fuckwit!" They were both grinning as they said these horrible things, so I guessed that they weren't serious. Physically, Sparky and his friend couldn't have been more different. Sparky was short, dark, slim, and his haircut was so severe his head was almost shaved. Tom was very tall and muscular, and his long blond hair was pulled into a ponytail - Tom looked just like the picture of a Viking I'd once seen in a history book. "No little friend for us to play with today?" asked Sparky, glancing towards Tom. I explained the holiday situation. Sparky grinned and said that he and Tom would do their best to cheer me up. There was a pack of playing cards on the coffee table. Sparky asked me if I knew any card games. "Only 'Begger-My-Neighbour'," I replied. My Granny had taught me to play one rainy holiday at her house by the loch a couple of years ago. "Great," said Sparky, rubbing his hands. "'Bugger-My-Neighbour' it is, then." We sat on the floor round the coffee table. I drank a glass of cola while Sparky and Tom swigged from tins of beer and shared a sweet-smelling little cigarette. I asked Sparky to let me taste his beer. He passed me his tin and I had a little sip, but I didn't like it much. We played a few uproarious games. Tom was a really good player. He won most of the rounds, and I won the rest. "OK, you two fuckin' smartarses" said Sparky eventually. "Let's raise the stakes. 'Strip Bugger-My-Neighbour'!" "Save us all some fuckin' time and whap your big salami out now, spunkmeister," laughed Tom, "coz I don't know what stinks worse: your card playing or your cheesy cock." I laughed at the joke along with the two men, but I didn't really understand what it meant. The rules were agreed - the penalty for a face card was one piece of clothing, and two for an ace. Naked and you're out. The winner was the last one standing. The edited highlights: Sparky turned over a king, and he slipped his sleeveless top over his hairy chest. I turned over a queen, and took off my tee shirt. Sparky turned over an ace, and off came both his shoes. Tom turned over a jack, so he took off his shirt. (I noticed he wasn't as hairy as Sparky, though he had a nice patch of light blond hair on his muscular chest.) The game went on. We cheered and clapped every time some clothes came off. Sparky was first out, as expected, but complained bitterly that he was at a disadvantage. Tom had no sympathy for him: "Next time wear some fuckin' underpants then," he growled. "You can't cage a cobra, pal," said Sparky. "Maybe not, but you can stick your cock in a jock!" "But only if he's cute!" Again I joined in with laughter I didn't really understand. Sparky watched Tom and I finish the game, idly playing with his semi-hard cock, It was a very close. I was down to my pants and one sock and Tom was only wearing a pair of tight briefs, when I turned over an ace. Tom and Sparky cheered as I took of my remaining clothes, then Tom stood up and started doing a victory dance round the living room. Sparky winked at me, and then sprang to his feet. "Right, you cocksucker!" he yelled, and threw his arms around Tom's broad chest. Tom's song of victory was reduced to a strangled squawk as he was wrestled to the floor. Sparky sat on Tom's chest and pinned his arms to the floor with his knees and hands. He slapped at Tom's face with his stiffening cock. "Quick Robbie," he yelled. I dived over to them, and grabbed hold of Tom's bulging briefs. I managed to pull them over his wriggling hips. Tom's long and slender cock stirred into life as I did so, and started to rise out of its blond nest. I had his pants pulled over his knees when the bigger man finally broke Sparky's hold, and the two of them rolled over and came to rest with their position's reversed - Tom was now sitting on Sparky's chest and had him overpowered. "Say you're sorry, monkeyboy!" "Lick my hairy arsehole!" "In your fucking dreams, matey! Now beg like a good cockhound!" "Help me Rob" I leapt onto Tom's back and wrapped my arms around his chest and my legs around his waist. Tom gave a shout of surprise and let go of Sparky's arms. In an instant the three of us were rolling across the carpet, wrestling, wriggling and laughing. We came to rest in an exhausted tangle of arms and legs. Sparky was lying on his back. I was lying face down, half on Sparky and half on the carpet. Tom was lying face down on top of me. Tom rolled onto his side, wrapped his muscular arms around my waist, and pulled me close to him, my back against his broad chest. He moved one hand up to my head and started running his fingers through my hair. He bent his head down, put his nose into my hair, and inhaled deeply. Sparky watched as I reached up and brushed my fingertips through the soft blond hair on Tom's forearms. We lay like this for a few minutes. The room was silent apart from the sound of Tom's breathing in my ear. Eventually Sparky rolled onto his side and lay facing us. He moved forward until he was pressing against me. I wrapped my arms around him and rubbed my cheek against the thick mat of short wiry hairs on his chest. Tom took his hand and traced a line with his fingertips slowly down the side of my chest and stomach, stopping when he reached my waist. He transferred his hand onto Sparky's hairy thigh, then slid his hand up, ruffling the hair, until his hand came to rest on Sparky's bottom. Tom pulled Sparky in towards me, and at the same time pushed forward with his own hips. I felt a growing pressure. I looked down and saw Sparky's thick, hardening cock wedged between our stomachs. I realised I could feel hardness against my bottom - I guessed that Tom's long cock was stiffening too. Sparky reached across and, mirroring Tom, put his hand on Tom's arse. Sparky now pulled at Tom's hips - I felt increased pressure from Tom's now rock-hard cock and big balls on my bum. Soon both men were rubbing their stiff cocks against me. Sparky opened his legs slightly, allowing my small, throbbing cock to slip between his thick thighs. Once trapped there, I joined in with little thrusts of my own - ever hopeful of cumming like a big boy. We writhed on the floor like a strange alien creature. My mouth found Sparky's big nipples. I licked and sucked them, then gently bit and chewed them. Sparky started moaning as I did so, and thrust forward with increased force. I felt as though I was going to be crushed between these two men's massive cocks, but I didn't care - I'd never felt so happy. Strong waves of pleasure were emanating from my cock. I really felt as though I might cum at last, but it wasn't time yet. Tom's breathing grew harder and harder, until he stopped thrusting, and started gently rubbing his cock between my arse cheeks. He held his breath. Without him making a sound, I felt the warmth of Tom's spunk as it pumped out of his twitching cock. No such finesse from Sparky though. Just as Tom had started breathing again, Sparky gave his customary loud groan as cum started jetting from his cock. It splattered my face, and liberally coated our chests and stomachs. After his breathing had started to slow, Sparky wriggled down until his face was level with mine. He put his hand behind my head, pulled me towards him, and kissed me on the lips. After a few seconds I jerked away from him with a surprised gasp. While Sparky and I had been kissing, Tom had crept further down behind me and was now licking his own cum from between my arse cheeks. Tom licked my hairless balls, then lapped his way right the way along the crack and back again. He paused both times to flick my arsehole with his tongue. I could never have imagined such intense feelings. I was disappointed when Sparky stood up and dragged Tom away from my arse. "C'mon, spunk-junky" said Sparky as he dragged Tom to his feet. Tom growled, grabbed Sparky around his waist, and wrestled him to the floor again. I watched, laughing, as Tom scooped up some cum from Sparky's chest and smeared it onto his protesting face. They wrestled like this for a few more minutes, and then Tom finally stood up and helped Sparky to his feet. "C'mon, kiddo," said Sparky, "let's get you cleaned up." He reached down, grabbed hold of my waist, and lifted me into the air. Sparky spun me around, and then turned me upside down. Gripping my legs tightly to his chest Sparky carried me, still upside down, to the bathroom. My face was pressed against his softening cock, which was still slimy with cum. Breathing in the smell of Sparky's spunk and sweaty balls, I felt an overwhelming desire to beg Sparky and Tom to run away with me to a place where we could laugh and wrestle and fuck; where every day was like that sunny Saturday in June. To be continued in "Greek Love". Thank you for all the positive feedback on the series to date. Your kind words are much appreciated.