Village Boys
Village Boys 3 Does Your Bloke Fuck You?
The usual warnings that this short story is about a sexual encounter between teenage boys. It is a fantasy, not an account of an actual event, and any resemblance between the characters and `real life' persons is totally accidental.
Does Your Bloke Fuck You? Is a short story by Ivor Sukwell.
"Does your bloke fuck you?" I asked Jim, slowly letting weed smoke trickle out of my mouth.
He looked at me a bit odd, like, an' I don't think it were the weed that made him look at me that way. Jim's about six months younger than me, he ain't been fourteen all that long, but we lives close an' he's been a mate for years an' I knows him well enough to guess that his odd look was cos he were tryin' ter work out whether ter tell me the truth or not.
Course, if he were doin' that he dint need ter answer, did he, cos it had ter mean that he were gettin' fucked by his bloke.
I weren't gonna have a down on him fer that, was I, cos my bloke were fuckin' me, an' all I wanted ter know was if Jim's bloke were doin' him, an, if he were, then what did Jim think about it.
"What yer on about?" he said, knowin' very well what I were on about. Jim had been gettin' lifts from this bloke fer months an' I thought it were pretty obvious to everyone that if he were givin' Jim lifts here there an' everywhere, he were at least gettin' at Jim's cock fer the taxi fare.
"Just wondered, that's all," I says, passin' the spliff across ter him, "I mean, you been gettin' lifts off him fer ages, an' I were wonderin' if he were happy with just yer cock."
It were a sorta rule amongst us that we never talked about stuff like this. I mean, Si, who were sixteen an' so he were legal like, were goin' with a bloke from his Drama Club an' were probly gettin' shagged three or four times a week, and Oz, who were eighteen an well past bein' legal, were shacked up with some teacher, so he were gettin' done every night I expect, an' good luck to them. We never said nothin' though cos it weren't nothin' ter do with us, were it. If we talked about it amongst ourselves then we'd probly open our mouths at school or something an' that wouldn't do no-one any good, would it.
"I ain't gay," Jim says.
"Never said yer was, did I?" I says back, "Just wondered if he were fuckin' yer, that's all."
"What's it got ter do with you?" Jim asks, a bit angry round the edges like.
"Nothin'," I shrugs, "My bloke's fuckin' me an' I wondered if yours were doin' you, that's all. An', if he were, if yer liked it or not. That's all."
Well, I'd let it out now, hadn't I! Probly cos of the weed. Well, the vodka as well, I spose, cos my bloke had give me a quarter bottle to help get through a borin' day.
"You gay?" Jim asks, lookin' at me odd again.
"No more than you," I says, "Fuck a bird if one were around."
"Yer, me an' all," Jim agrees, relaxin' a bit.
That's the weird thing, see. We was all doin' stuff with blokes, but we kept up thinkin' we was all straight like. Spose it's like that fer all the kids what does stuff really, specially us what's not legal, cos we don't wanna get our blokes in trouble, does we.
"Yer, he does," Jim admitted, passin' the spliff back.
"Does yer like it?" I asks, takin' a drag.
"Does you?" Jim says instead of answerin'.
"Course I does," I grins, "Wouldn't let him if I dint, would I."
"Yer," Jim nods, "Me an' all." He leaned forward an' sorta whispered, I spose he were worried that ants might hear, "Fuckin' love it." he whispers.
"Yer, me an' all," I sniggers, cos the weed's well workin' now, "Weren't sure when he first got me, but the stuff what he did ter me I fuckin' loved, so I thought I might as well let him go all the way an' see if that were any good an' all."
Jim giggles, the weed gettin' at him an' all, "What stuff he do?" he wants ter know.
"Usual, I spose," I says as though gettin' done by a bloke's as common as eggs, "You know, gettin' me starkers, playin' around with me, suckin' me cock an' balls an' lickin' me bum hole."
"He licked yer hole?" Jim says, his mouth open, "My bloke ain't never done that!"
"Yer gotta get him to," I says, "Fuckin' amazin'!"
"Shoves his fingers up when he's suckin' me ter get me ready fer his cock, an' that's pretty good an' all," Jim says, "But he ain't never licked me."
"Get a better bloke," I giggles, not meanin' it of course.
"Nah, he's okay really," Jim says when he's stopped gigglin' cos he knows I never meant it, "Quite likes him ackcherly."
"Mine's quite cool," I says, "Where the weed an' booze come from."
"Cool," Jim agrees, "Mine don't do that sorta stuff fer me. Gives us a few quid now and again, though, an' that's pretty cool cos I never asks fer nothin'."
"Shouldn't, should yer," I agrees, "Ain't like we does it fer money, is it."
"Does it fer lifts, though," Jim giggles an' I has ter giggle an' all, cos that's how my bloke got started on me.
I starts makin' another joint, cos we'd finished the first an' there weren't nothin' else ter do.
"My bloke's married," Jim tells me, "Is yours?"
"Nah," I says, "I reckon he's proper gay like. Had boys before me."
"Ain't gay just cos he does boys," Jim says, "Be proper gay if he does blokes an' all."
"Don't do blokes," I says, "Tells us he only into boys."
"Ain't gay, then," Jim says. "He had many?"
"Dunno," I says truthfully, "Just said boys was his thing."
"Nothin' wrong in that," Jim shrugs, "My bloke says I'm a better fuck than his missis."
"Reckon you probly are," I agrees, concentratin' on me creation an' not on what I were sayin'.
We has a swig or two of the vodka, I'd put it in a bottle of coke, one of them big ones, so if anyone wandered past it would look like we was just swiggin' coke. Not that anyone would wander past, really, cos no-one never come down to this bit of the river `cept us, and we did cos we lived near it.
"You ever thought about doin' stuff with a boy?" I asks, feelin' fairly bold now cos we was into the second joint.
"Told yer, I ain't gay," Jim says.
"Nah, but yer likes gettin' fucked, don't yer."
"So does you."
"Course I does. Look," I says, "If it ain't gay ter do it with a bloke, why's it gay if yer does it with a boy?"
"Dunno," Jim says after givin' it a bit of thought, "Just is, I spose."
Now, I weren't after gettin' me cock in Jim or nothin', we was just tryin' ter work things out. I mean, we was both happy ter get fucked by our blokes an' didn't think there were anythin' gay about it, but we both had this idea that doin' it with a boy would be gay, an' that dint make any sense, really, did it? Not gay fer a boy ter get fucked by a bloke, but super gay if he got fucked by another boy. Dint make any sense at all, did it!
"Why not ask Oz's mum if we can put the tent up?" Jim asks, sorta changin' the subject, "Then we can stay all night if yer got enough weed."
"Loadsa weed," I says cos I had a full half, apart from the bit we'd smoked already, "But the booze ain't gonna last, is it."
"Don't matter about the booze," Jim says, "Weed'll be all we needs."
"An' munchies," I says.
"I'll chat up Oz's mum," Jim grins, "You up fer it?"
"Course I were up fer it. School started again next week an' the weather was good, so might as well make the best of what time we had. An' anyways, it meant we could carry on chattin' an' we both fancied doin' that, dint we.
Well, Oz's mum came up trumps, dint she. Let us put the tent up at the end of her garden, right down by the river, an' gave us this blow-up bed thing ter kip on, an' a blanket an' all in case it got cold in the night. Then she comes up with this take-away barbeque thing, sorta cardboard box thing lined with silver paper with charcoal stuff, an' a mountain of fuckin' sausages an' stuff. Another two litre bottle of coke an' all so we was well set up an' all.
So we puts the tent up an' blows up the bed, an' then we finishes off the vodka coke an' has another spliff, an' of course, we starts chattin' again.
"Did yer know yer bloke were after yer before he comes on ter yer, like?" Jim wanted ter know while we was cookin' sausages.
"Dint have a clue," I says, tellin' the truth. "I mean, I ain't stupid or nothin' an' I knows that blokes likes boys, but I dint have no idea he fancied me. Dint seem to like me more than any of the other kids in the colts."
"How'd he get yer, then? Dint just come straight out with it, did he?"
"Well, yer, in a way he sorta did, I spose," I said, thinkin' back on it, "He asked me if I wanted a proper smoke did I fancy goin' back ter his place. Course, I did, dint I, an' then, when we was in his place an' havin' a joint, he says to me did I know what was likely ter happen. Course, it dawned on me then he wanted me cock, dint it, an' then he says that me zip'll come undone if I stays there. So I thinks about it an' then stretches out me legs an' tell him that me zip won't come undone by itself."
"That is soooo cool," Jim grins an' flops a cooked sausage on a paper plate, "Just lettin' him get on with it like that."
"Well, I thought that I likes wankin'," I grinned, "An' it might be fun ter have someone do it fer me fer a change."
"Wicked," Jim giggles. "Does yer wank loads?"
"Mondays, Tuesday, Thursdays an' Fridays," I grins, "Rest of the week I gets it done for me."
"An' gets fucked," Jim sniggers.
"Course," I agrees an' we both has a laugh.
"How'd yours get you?" I wants ter know.
"Picked me up at a bleedin' bus stop," Jim sniggers.
"Serious?"
"Yer, not tellin' a lie. I'm waitin' fer me bus an' he pulls up an' asks me if I fancies a lift. Well, course I knew he were bound ter be after me cock, dint I, cos why else would a bloke pick up a kid from a bus stop? Well, like you, I wondered what it'd be like ter get wanked, so I got in, dint I."
"An' he wanked you?"
"Yer. Went into the woods an' parked up; got me jeans an' pants round me ankles, had a good feel around an' then gobbled me. Gotta be honest, I loved it."
"So where d'yer do it now, him bein' married an' all?"
"Lots in his car, an' round his place when his missis ain't around. Fucks me in his bed."
"Good job we ain't gay, int it," I grins treatin' a sausage like it were a cock fer a bit `fore I bites it, an' Jim giggles when he sees me doin' it, an' I giggles back.
"Yer," Jim sniggers an' then gets serious for a second, "Does like bein' a boy, though," he says, an' I knows what he means.
"Still do loads of wankin'?" I asks, cos I was interested.
"Same as you," Jim says, "Three or four a day unless I'm seein' him, an' then I saves me spunk up fer him ter swaller."
"So horny havin' yer spunk eaten," I says, munchin' on another sausage.
"Too right," Jim agrees. "Don't mind eatin' it either." He looked at me after sayin' that ter see if I thought he we bein' gross or somethin'.
"Me neither," I agrees, an' cos it were gettin' on dangerous ground I makes a joke of it an' says, "Pity sausages can't spunk."
Jim collapses with giggles an' when he come round he says, careful like, "Cocks can though."
Well, I thought it were pretty ballsy of Jim ter say that cos I coulda taken it as bein' gay, couldn't I, cos he were obviously sorta hintin', weren't he.
Instead I plays it a bit cool, spose I were worried he might not be hintin' what I thought he were hintin', an' I dint wanna be the one ter make the first gay move.
"Your's spunked much today?" I asks, keepin' it ter cocks, just in case.
"Nah," Jim says, "Only `fore I got up. Ain't had a chance since. You?"
"Same as you," I says.
"Both got pretty full balls now, then," Jim says, an' this time there weren't no mistakin' that he were hintin' was there.
Well, it were gettin' pretty dark now, an' we was both fairly stoned an' fer some reason or other, it felt pretty safe sayin' stuff.
"Could take that as bein' a sorta gay thing ter say, Jim," I says, serious now, "But no worries cos I ain't sayin' nothin' to no-one."
"Gotta be honest," Jim sorta blurts, "Don't think I care if I is gay."
Well, that were somethin' weren't it! Not that I gave a toss if Jim were gay or not, he could get off from shaggin' sheep for all I cared cos Jim were me mate an' what he did with his cock dint make no difference to that. But it were a well ballsy thing ter say, even if he were stoned an' a bit pissed an' all.
"Don't make no difference to me if yer is," I shrugs, "Don't think I am, but I does like doin' stuff."
"Yer," Jim says an' scoffs the last sausage. I reckon he thought about sayin' more, but chickened out. Spose I coulda helped him out but I were bothered about sayin' anythin' in case it looked like I were after him.
Problem was, I weren't at all sure what I wanted ter do. I mean, I knew I wouldn't mind at all gettin' me cock in Jim cos he were pretty fit an' all, an' I'd be quite happy ter have his cock in me cos I likes gettin' fucked, but Jim had gone on about it bein' gay, boys doin' stuff with boys, an' I dint wanna be thought of as gay.
Anyways, we has another joint an' don't say nothin' more about cock, an' that, ter be honest, dint leave much we wanted ter talk about, did it. I spose we was both scared ter make the first move, like. I mean, we'd both been done by blokes but we ain't never pulled a boy like, so we dint know what ter do.
So it gets well dark an' we goes in the tent, an' that means sorta goin' ter bed, don't it, an' of course, that were gonna be a problem.
We was both well used ter wankin' `fore we goes ter kip, an' I dunno about Jim, but I were well horny after the weed an' all the chat about cock, an' I spose Jim were feelin' the same.
Anyways, I gets me courage up an' says I ain't sleepin' in me fuckin' clothes an' I strips ter me boxers and gets on the bed an lugs the blanket up over me.
I dunno if Jim had a gawk or not cos it were too dark ter see, so I only knowed he'd got his kit off an' all by the noises he made doin' it.
So there we was, side by side, almost starkers an' too scared ter do nothin' about it.
"Pity it'd be gay doin' stuff," I says, "Cos I'm well horny." I says it with a laugh so Jim don't have ter take it serious if he dint want ter.
"Spose we could just wank," Jim says, but he dint seem too keen on the idea.
"Be gay if we wanks each other?" I asks, hopeful like.
"Dunno," Jim says, "I don't mind but don't want you doin' nothin' what's gay."
Then I has this brain wave, an' I says ter Jim, "Cos we both not legal, would it still be gay, or just fun?"
"Dunno," Jim says, "Yer up fer takin' the chance?"
"Think so," I says an' gets outa me boxers, an' Jim, knowin' what I were doin', does the same.
We's both still scared ter make the first grab, though, so we has a giggle about it an' agrees ter both do it at the same time.
"One, two, three," I counts an' we makes a grab fer each other's cock.
"Fuck me!" I breathes at the same time Jim is breathin' "Bugger me!" as we feels each other's cock in our hands.
"Fuckin' hell, Jim," I says admiringly, "You got a fab cock!"
An' he had, an' all. Couldn't see it in the dark an' under the blanket like, but it felt bigger in me hand than me bloke's did. Felt a load better an' all somehow. Not just hard, but really fuckin' solid, an' his skin slipped up an' down well easy.
"You an' all," Jim says, feelin' me up, "Bigger than me bloke's is."
"Same with yours," I says and takes in his balls an' all.
"You shaved!" Jim says, suddenly realisin' he can't feel no pubes like.
"Yer," I says, "Me bloke likes it that way, an' I gotta be honest, it feel well good like this when I wanks."
"Feels fuckin' ace," Jim agrees an' has a real good feel around like, an, course, cos I'm shaved, I feels every bit of what he's doin'.
"Mine's a fraction under six," I boasts, not botherin' about whether what we's doin' is gay or not no more.
"I'm a bit more than six," Jim says, an' that's fuckin' big fer a kid what's not been fourteen fer long.
"Feels fuckin' amazin'," I says, an' meant it an' all, "An' feels fuckin' good you doin' me an' all."
"Yer," Jim agrees, then asks me if I wants ter keep it ter just a wank or do other stuff an' all.
"Wanna do the lot," I says, "If yer okay with that."
"Me too," Jim says, an, a bit clumsy like cos we were both still a bit scared of gettin' stuff wrong, we goes fer a snog.
Course, once we got over the awkward bit an' got our tongues in each other's mouths, we snogged each other's face off an' let our hands have a good wander wherever they fancied wanderin' while we was doin' it.
I mean, don't get me wrong or nothin' cos I really likes doin' stuff with me bloke, but bein' cuddled up close ter Jim an' snoggin' his face off while our cocks was pressed against our stomachs an' me hands were havin' a good roam over Jim's back, bum and legs were somethin' else!
"Don't care if it is gay," I gasps when we stops snoggin' fer a bit, "Fuckin' lovin' it!"
"Me an' all," Jim says. An' we does some more snoggin'.
Course, we couldn't leave cock alone fer ever, could we, so we goes fer a sixty-nine an' fills our mouths with cock instead of tongue.
Well, we both had plenty of spunk ter spare, dint we, so we does it proper and shoots in each other's mouth an' that were fuckin' ace! Jim's cum were far nicer ter eat than me bloke's, or seemed like it anyway, an' I liked it so much I dint swaller it all in one go but sorta swilled it round me mouth so I gets the full flavour like.
Course, we needed a bit of a rest after that, dint we, so we goes outside fer a spliff. It were pretty warm an' we stayed starkers cos there weren't gonna be no-one ter see us, an' bugger me, but that felt well horny an' we was both almost fully up again well quick.
"You gonna wanna fuck me?" Jim asks.
"Yer," I says, "An' I wants yer ter fuck me an' all."
"Never fucked no-one," Jim says.
"Me neither, but wanna fuck you."
"Better go for it then, ain't we," Jim grins in the dark.
"What we gonna do fer lube?" I says, suddenly worried cos we obviously dint have any.
"Be okay," Jim says, "We can use the fat from the sausages."
Now that were fuckin' genius, weren't it! We'd used a fryin' pan so the sausages dint get turned into charcoal, an', course, that were well cold now, weren't it.
Cos I were older I got ter go first, an' I can't tell yer how fab it were! Course, Jim had been fucked a fair few times so it weren't a problem gettin' in, an' though the sausage grease were well messy it worked well enough, an' once I got me head round what it felt like ter have me cock inside Jim, I bleedin' fucked his bloody brains out!
Spose I could try ter describe what it felt like if I says that gettin' sucked is about a hundred times better than bein' wanked, an' havin' a fuck is at least a hundred times better than bein' sucked! It were fuckin' mind bendin'!
Jim does me after we's had another bit of a break an' he thought the same as me. Gettin' fucked is bril, fuckin' a kid is super bril!
"Reckon we's been a bit gay," Jim grins in the dark when we'd had enough fer the night.
"Spose we has," I agreed, "But, tell yer what, I don't fuckin' care!"
Jim giggles an' says he's pretty sure he's gay now an' I says that's okay with me cos if he's gay I can fuck him again, an' he says anytime I wants.
Then we goes ter kip, sorta cuddled up like with me arm round Jim. An' I spose that were a bit gay an' all.
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