Village Boys

 

Village Boys 4 Jim Wants Cock

 

The usual warnings that this short story is about a sexual encounter between teenage boys and a teenage boy and adult male. It is a fantasy, not an account of an actual event, and any resemblance between the characters and `real life' persons is totally accidental.

Jim Wants Cock Is a short story by Ivor Sukwell.

 

For the half-term after that night in the tent with Jake I did a lot of thinking about stuff. I did a lot of wanking and a fair bit of sucking and fucking as well, because, not only was I seeing my bloke whenever we could get together, but Jake was well up for repeat performances. There weren't too many chances to fuck with Jake but loads of wanking and sucking opportunities and we never missed a chance.

Jake was still bothered that doing stuff with another boy was gay, which was odd really because he had no problems at all with his bloke fucking him, though he only got that once a week now the cricket season was over and the only chance they had was after indoor nets once a week.

I say it was odd because Jake had no problems in telling me what he got up to with his bloke and how much he enjoyed doing it, and how much he liked sucking and fucking with me as well; it was as though he'd somehow convinced himself that doing stuff with his bloke and with me wasn't gay at all, it was just fun. Jake's in the Year above me at school, and he's not super-bright; I'm in the top streams for just about everything, so although it sounds like boasting, I suppose I can work things out a bit easier than he can.

I know that, at school, you can't let even the smallest hint out that you like cock, because, if you did then your life would be hell, so I guess Jake's way of covering up was to pretend to himself, make himself believe, that he didn't have one single gay thought.

I'd tried that, especially the bit about it being okay to get done by a bloke but boys being a definite no-no, but I'd given up on that when I was with Jake that night. That session in the tent had brought it home to me that I liked cock, and, being honest about it, I liked boy cock best of all. I know Jake's is the only boy cock I've had, but I liked it so much more than my bloke's.

I still like my bloke's, of course, love getting played with and fucked by him, but it was different from doing it with Jake. It's hard to explain the difference, but there is one, quite a big one. When I'm with him it's like I don't have any responsibility about what goes on. I'm there for him to enjoy and I really like it that he enjoys me and does all he can to make sure that I'm having fun, but I don't have to do anything. Of course I snog him and suck him and eat his cum and all that, but that's part of him enjoying me, and he's really good at fucking me. And it is a seriously big turn on knowing that he likes fucking me much more that he likes fucking his wife. With Jake it's like we're enjoying each other, having fun together and not just getting fun out of being done.

I don't suppose that makes much sense but it's how it seems to me. Yes, I'd let a different bloke get at me and do me, no problem, but I'd much rather do it with a boy.

"Had enough of me, have you?" my bloke asks, though he's grinning when he asks it.

"Does it seem like it?" I grin back, and, as I'm naked in his bed with him and he's just sucked out my first load of the day, I thought the answer to that was fairly obvious!

I've got the whole half-term holiday week with him and I know I won't be able to get enough of having his cock in me. Mum thought I was spending the holiday with a mate from school who lives in a village about twenty miles away, and my bloke's wife was away for the week so it was serious shag time for Jim! I'd been trying to explain to him what I thought about the difference between doing it with him and doing it with Jake, but he'd interrupted my thoughts by sucking me off, and, naturally, I hadn't wanted to stop him!

"Just that I know I'd have no worries about letting another bloke do me," I try to explain, "But I think that it's boys that really turn me on."

"You want to be done by another bloke?" he asks me.

"No, it's not that. If one picked me up then I'd let him, but I'm not looking out for one. But there's dozens of boys I'd like to get at." I couldn't help grinning when I said that, even though I was trying to be serious.

It's strange how someone can be serious when a bloke's stroking their thighs and fiddling about with their nipples, but it's like those nice feelings were in a different part of my brain somehow. He played around with me like that quite a bit now. I'd had to tell him he could do whatever he wanted, because, even though he'd fucked me enough times, he was still worried he might frighten me off if he went for more than just basic sex. No chance of that! I loved having my thighs seen to, `getting legged-up' I called it and that made him snigger because, he said, it was a sort of boy version of a girl being `titted-up'. "You can have my tits and all, if you want," I'd grinned and he said he'd much prefer to have a boy's tits that a woman's.

"Why don't you, then?" he asked, "Help yourself to a boy or two?"

"Like how do I do that? If I was to so much as look at some tasty kid at school it'd be all round the place in milliseconds. Even the bloody Year Seven kid's would be pressing their bums into the nearest wall when they saw me."

"That's daft," he says.

"Daft or not, it's what would happen," I tell him, and then I explained what Jake and I had talked about, it being okay to go with a bloke but wanting to do it with a boy was definitely gay.

"Doesn't make sense," he says, "How many boys, boys of spunking age, are there in your school?"

"About six hundred."

"And of that six hundred, how many do you think wank?"

"Six hundred," I grin.

"And doesn't it occur to you that, of those six hundred wanking boys, there will be a fair number who, like you and your mate, Jake, would like to have their wanking done for them?"

"Probably quite a few of them," I agreed as he stroked my thighs, "But they're not going to go around saying so are they, and you can't just walk up to some tasty kid and say, `If you let me suck you I promise I'll swallow your spunk!" One of the things I liked about my bloke, apart from the way he played around with me and fucked me, was that I could say stuff like that to him. It was even difficult to have a proper dirty chat with Jake because he was so hooked up on it being gay to want to do stuff with a boy. Like I had tried once, and had asked him if he'd fancy having a go at Pete Long. Pete's in my year, got really fair hair and is absolutely super fit, but Jake had just said that he might if he was gay, but as he wasn't gay then he wasn't interested. How stupid is that? Jake let's his bloke shave him and fuck him and he says he's not gay! Okay, so what if he's not? He still obviously likes a bit of cock, doesn't he, so why not chat about it?

"You check out the ones who might give," my bloke tells me, moving up to my balls with his hand. I know he's gonna be going underneath soon, finger me hole and get me ready for cock, and I'm well happy with that. I've been here three days now and I know he likes a before breakfast fuck after he's sucked my cum out.

"Like how do I do that?" I ask, moving my legs apart a bit so he can get at what he wants to get at.

"Sometimes, if you really concentrate on a boy, you can get a sort of feeling about him," my bloke tries to explain while he pushes his hand under me.

"I do," I grin, "I get a bone!"

"You let him see that?" he asks, starting to tease my hole with his finger.

"Christ no!" I'm horrified by the thought of doing that! "If I did that it'd be straight round the school that I bone up looking at boys! I'd be dead!"

"Don't you look to see if he's boned up as well?" His finger felt well nice, just teasing my hole gently.

"That'd be even worse! James Edwards looks at boys' bulges!" I shudder at the thought of what that would mean if it were shouted around!

"But perhaps he wants you to look at his bulge," my bloke grins as he starts to get my hole wet.

"Maybe he does," I concede, "But no way am I going to know that, am I?"

"Look at it the other way," he says, just getting the tip of his finger inside. He'd need to lube me before he'd be able to get properly in, but there was probably enough of what he'd left in me from last night for his finger to find a way in. "Don't you check out if any other boys are having a look at your bulge?"

Well, he had me there, didn't he! Truly, I'd never thought about doing that. I know it sounds stupid, but I suppose I'm so hung up about being thought of as gay that I'd never thought that some other kid might be gay as well and fancy me.

"Oh, shit!" I gasp with pleasure as his finger finds a way inside and starts to move around. I suppose that one of the advantages a bloke has over a boy is that he does more dirty things to you than a boy probably would. I don't know if all boys like having dirty things done to them, but I certainly do. So does Jake; he really loves it when his bloke eats his hole, so perhaps all boys do if they gets the chance.

"Next time you're having a piss in the bogs," he tells me while he's fingering me, "Check out where the kid next to you is looking. If he's looking at your cock instead of where he's pissing himself, then there's a fair chance he's looking for a reason."

"Yeh," I says, lifting one leg so he can get his finger in deep, "Makes sense, I suppose." I sighed as he went in full depth, waiting for him to add another finger. "And what do you suggest I should do if he is?"

"Make it very obvious that he can look as much as he wants, put it on show," he tells me, and starts with another finger. "And take a look at his. If he's showing it off then you know he's available."

"There is one kid I do wonder about," I say, after a long, happy sigh as his second finger begins to stretch me, "I told you about Joe, the kid in our village who always asks kids to let him suck them and then runs a mile if they say yes."

"Fancy him, do you?"

"No, not him. Well, yes, I suppose I would, cos he is pretty fit, but it's one kid he keeps teasing that I was thinking about." I couldn't say any more for a bit because he'd got his other finger in now and I was enjoying things too much to bother with talking, even dirty talking. I must try to get him to eat me out, I thought; I reckon I'd really like that!

"What about him?" His finger was gently stroking my button now and I was starting to get hard again.

"Well, he's the one that said to Joe `any time you want'," I says between moans; "I just thought at the time he was taking the piss cos he knew Joe would do a runner, but perhaps he wasn't."

"He fit?" my bloke asks, making me feel really good back there now.

"Yeh; not as fit as Pete, but fit enough," I smile. Christ! Any boy who isn't fat would be fit enough and that's the truth!

"Next time Joe teases him and does a runner, try saying to this kid something like `Wouldn't bother if I were you; probably hasn't got a clue how to suck properly.' You can easy make something like that sound like a joke, but if the kid is interested in having his cock sucked he'll probably follow up on it." He got his fingers out so he could lube up his cock and I got on my back and lifted my legs for him to get a clear shot at where he wanted his cock to go. And where I wanted his cock to go as well!

That was the end of the chat for about half an hour because he took his time fucking me and I was absolutely shagged out when he finished. He really is great at fucking! Even though I've only had him and Jake I know he's bound to be better than most blokes because he really takes his time and makes sure that I'm loving it.

First day back at school and Joe has a go at George again. There's a group of us, me, Jake, Joe and a couple of others in a group in the yard at break time and George goes past. Joe calls out, "Let me have a suck," and the does one away from us. George stands there, sort of shaking his head at us, in a way that says `Why on earth do you hang around with that nutter?' and I takes a risk and, grinning as I say it, takes my bloke's advice and says to George it probably wouldn't be a worthwhile suck anyway. George grins at the joke and says Joe would probably bite rather than suck and we all have a giggle. But I noticed that George's eyes had a quick flick down to my bulge, and I thought, "Fuck me! No way! Really?"

It was a couple of days before anything else happened, before there was a chance for anything else to happen really, and then, at break on Thursday, I spotted George heading to the bogs. I knew I was taking a huge risk, but I went for it anyway, gave him about half a minute and then followed him in there. My heart was thumping like crazy, partly because I was scared shitless by the risk and partly because I was scared I'd left it too long and he'd have finished and put it away.

He hadn't; he was still standing at the trough and I went and stood next to him, not too close, but close enough. He looked up when I went in but didn't say anything until I'd fished my cock out and started to struggle to have a piss.

"Be horrible, having it bitten, wouldn't it," George says, not looking at me but seeming to concentrate on pissing straight.

"Fucking would!" I agree with a grin, my heart thumping even more now because George had brought up sucking.

"You don't bite, then?" he asks, still looking down.

"No way!" I grin, and then goes for broke, "I'd do it proper."

I hadn't managed to get any piss out and wasn't going to now because I'd boned up, and, because it was too late to stop now, I made no effort to hide it. And, because I couldn't help myself, I had a look across. George wasn't hiding his cock either! And he had a bone as well! Fucking hell! Could it really be as easy as this?!"

George must have sensed I was looking and he had a look as well, and, without either of us saying anything, we both got our hands out of the way so what we had was on full show. He had a fab cock! Not as big as mine, but still fab! Just the tiniest tip of his head poked out from his foreskin, even though he was fully up and I was almost drooling.

"You done anything?" George asks, not taking his eyes off my cock now.

"Bit," I says. "You?"

"Nothing much. Wouldn't mind being sucked, though. If you don't bite."

"Don't bite," I says, and takes another risk, "Do swallow, though."

"Cool," he grins at me, getting his eyes away from my cock, "And you got a lush cock. Reckon I could force myself to suck that."

"So have you," I says, "And I wouldn't have to force myself, either."

We both laugh, I suppose with relief as much as anything else because that could have gone horribly wrong for both of us if either of us had got the other wrong.

"You live out in the wilds, don't you?" George says, "So how we gonna organise it?"

"I'll come round yours after school if we can do it there," I offer.

"Can do it, no problem, no-one home till six; but how you gonna get home after?"

There was no bus, we only had one in the early morning and one back around seven in the evening, but I had my own taxi, didn't I.

"No worries," I said, "I can organise a lift back."

"Today any good?" George was obviously as keen to get started as I was.

"Too right," I grin and we leave the bogs together without even having a feel of what we were going to suck later.

George lives within walking distance of the school so we were going to have a good two hours to play around and I was on a real buzz for the rest of the day, thinking about having George spunk in my mouth later, and still unable to believe how easy it had all been. Why hadn't I taken some chance or other before?

"What you done before?" George asks me as we're walking to his place; "It's okay, I'm totally safe, ain't gonna say anything. I'd have got my cock in Joe's mouth like a shot if I thought he was serious," he says to prove to me he was safe.

"The lot," I tell him and wait to see how he reacts.

"Everything?" he asks, more than a bit surprised.

"Yeh," I admit, "The lot."

"Wow!" and this time there's more than surprise, I can tell he's well impressed! "Not sure if I wanna fuck straight away," he says, "If that's okay with you?"

"Not compulsory," I grin at him, feeling well happy and confident now, "But I do want to suck you off properly and have you spunk in my mouth."

"Deal," George grins, "And I'd really like to do it properly," he pauses, and then goes for it, "In bed and starkers."

"Is there any other way?" I grin at him and we're through his front door, up in his bedroom and stripping off with no delay.

Fuck me, but George is gorgeous starkers! He's pretty fit with clothes on, but starkers he's fantastic!

"Bugger me, George," I says dribbling, "But you are fab! Bloke's pay a bomb for you in bed, I bet."

"Wouldn't have to pay," George grins, obviously happy that I thought he was well tasty, "Love it if some perv picked me up."

"You would," I agreed, knowing how good it was to have a bloke do you.

"You had one?" he asks me as we get in his bed and start off with a cuddle.

"Got one," I grin in his ear. "Love it."

"Lucky sod," he grins back.

"How you feel about snogging?" I ask, not wanting to do anything he won't like.

"Same as everything else; want to try it."

He did, and he did it well! We played tongue twisters for some time before I had to use my mouth somewhere else and it was just amazing having another boy's cock in my mouth! I swallowed his first load greedily and, fair play to him, George swallowed mine as well.

"I knew it was gonna be good," he said as we lay cuddled and re-loading, "But I didn't dream it was gonna be as good as this."

"Fab, isn't it," I agreed, "But you just wait till you're ready to fuck."

"Can I fuck you first?" he asked after thinking about things for a while. "I mean, I'm gonna let you fuck me, of course, but it's just that I'd like to do it before I get done, for some reason."

"No worries, " I squeezed his cock, "I'd love to have this in me. I'll bring some lube next time and you can fuck me senseless."

"Tomorrow?" George asks hopefully.

"You bet!" I agree. "Let you into a secret," I tell him, "I love cock. I want cock. I can't get enough cock!"

"Mine's always on offer," George grins and we know that we're gonna be good mates. Very good mates!

An' I can't wait to tell me bloke about it. I reckon he'll give me arse a well good seeing to!

 

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