Date: Sun, 10 Sep 2006 14:47:44 +1000
From: TheGayNarrator <TheGayNarrator@dodgymail.com>
Subject: Chess Club

This is a story of sex between young males.  It is pure fiction and should
be read as such.  If this offends you or you are under-age please read no
further.

The story takes place where AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases do
not exist so condoms are not used or necessary, unlike in this wicked world
of ours.  So when you have casual sex PLEASE make sure you are adequately
protected.  I don't want to lose any readers!!

That said, I hope you enjoy the story and whether you do or not please feel
free to contact me at the Email address at the end.


CHESS CLUB


The story goes that I was 4 years old, my Mum was in bed with flu and my
Dad just couldn't pacify me.  I was bawling my head off and each time he
passed me a toy I hurled it across the room.  Searching for something to
keep me amused, he emptied an old set of chessmen on the floor in front of
me and my banshee impersonation stopped as suddenly as it had begun.  You
must understand that I remember nothing of this, it is all hearsay.

I picked up each piece in turn and examined it minutely, and when I had
finished I placed each piece back in the box one at a time, black with
black and white with white.

Over the weeks leading up to my fifth birthday whenever I was fractious,
out would come the chessmen and I would immediately become silent, almost
reverential.

On my fifth birthday I was showered with expensive gifts by the entire
family, but they were all cast aside when I was presented with a strange
wooden black and white board with 64 alternate black and white squares, and
on this board my Dad laid out what had become `my' chessmen.  Within a week
I knew where every piece belonged.  Within a month I knew how each piece
moved.  Within three months I was playing regular games with my Dad and by
my sixth birthday I was beating him regularly.

Over the next year my passion for the game grew and on my seventh birthday
I was taken to the local Methodist Church hall (only about 100 yards from
our house which, in fact, had been the old manse until decreed too large
and unmanageable and the minister had moved into a small semi-detached on a
new housing estate.)

Entering the hall I looked around with curiosity and delight, seeing about
a dozen small tables, each with two chairs facing one another and on each
table was a chess board and chess set laid out ready to play.

An elderly white-haired man came towards us and Dad introduced me to Mr
Mackenzie who, he told me, ran the local chess club.  Part of my 7th
birthday present was a year's subscription to the club, which would be
renewed annually as long as I maintained my interest in the game.

Mr Mackenzie (or Mac as he told me to call him) explained that the 7-9
year-old group was due to start in half an hour but that until then he
would play a game with me to assess my ability.  He told me that he would
play the game himself to the average standard of the group.

At this point Dad went home and said he would be back later to fetch me.

Mac and I played our game and I beat him fair and square.  At the end of
the game he told me that after the first ten minutes he had abandoned his
tactics of playing like a kid and had honestly tried his best to beat me
and that he was very impressed with my skill.

The other kids were starting to arrive and were quite a mixed bunch from
wealthy spoilt brats to trailer trash.  There were about 15 boys but only
three or four girls and my first proper match was against Graham.  Graham
was nine years old and a big lad for his age, in fact you could have taken
him for a teenager had it not been for his cherubic little face.  I
despatched him within about 20 minutes and was then set against Michael.
Michael (or Mikey as he became) was as small for his eight years as Graham
was big for his nine, a real scrawny little runt with those round wire
glasses which did nothing to improve matters.  Mikey was a far better
player than Graham and gave me a run for my money, but he conceded defeat
after about 35 minutes.

Next came Vanessa, a strikingly beautiful girl, and she knew it.  She was a
real poser and pouted every time I captured one of her pieces.  When I beat
her I thought she was going to throw a tantrum.  Mac told me that she hated
to be beaten and sometimes the other kids lost to her on purpose just to
keep the peace.

I was declared `Player of the Week', having beaten Mac and won all three of
my matches.  I skipped home beside my Dad, feeling that the world was,
indeed, a wonderful place.

So, that's how it all started.

Now to the present day, I am 15 years old and in the 14-17 year-old group.
I have been beaten a few times over the years, but not many and usually by
Mikey, who was now 16 and as skinny as ever, but at least he now wears
decent glasses.

The Chess Club had run into financial difficulties as the church had raised
its hall hire fees but subscriptions had not increased in line with these
charges, so it was decided by the parents to hold a social evening which
they would arrange themselves.  It would cost nothing to mount except the
hire of the hall, but all parents would pay to attend and would donate a
prize worth at least 20.00, all of which would be auctioned to the highest
bidder and all proceeds would go to the club.  As they had to hire the hall
for the whole day it was decided to have an extra meeting of the chess club
in the afternoon and also my four best mates from the club would be allowed
to stay over at my house, or rather in a tent in the garden, for the night
to save all the families getting baby-sitters.

I spent the morning pitching the tent as far away from the house as I could
and I dragged the mattresses from my bed and the spare single bed down the
garden and into the tent.

The afternoon, of course, was spent playing chess.  It was a warm day and
most of us were in tee shirts and shorts.  I played Mikey, first, winning
easily and then played with Austin, a 14 year-old black kid from the
trailer park who would also be spending the night in my tent.  We played
our game to a stalemate and tossed a coin for victory, which Austin won.
My third game was with Brian.  Brian was a 15 year-old boy from one of the
wealthiest families around, but this did not mean that he was a snob, far
from it, when I had invited him to spend the night under canvass he had
accepted with enthusiasm.  Brian was always dressed in designer outfits and
his hair was always immaculate, recently it had been streaked with blond by
his mother's hairdresser and it really suited him.  He wore a short-sleeved
open-necked shirt and a pair of tailored shorts.  On his feet was a pair of
Italian leather designer sandals, no flip-flops or trainers for him, and he
carried a thin linen Armani jacket, just in case it got cooler!!

Much to my surprise when he sat down he slipped off the sandals and sat to
play barefoot.

About five minutes into the game I felt something brush against my leg but
when I looked down there was nothing there.  A couple of minutes later it
happened again, but this time the contact was maintained.  I looked down
and was surprised to see Brian's bare toes rubbing the outside of my leg.
I looked across the chess board at him, straight into his hazel eyes.  A
smile played about his lips, his soft, pink, alluring lips.  WHAT????????
What am I thinking??????  Alluring lips?????????  This is a BOY!!!!!  A boy
whose toes are running up and down my leg and I am doing nothing to move
away.  What's more my cock is stirring in my shorts.

The pressure from Brian's toes continued. Those cute, tanned, well
pedicured toes on that well-formed nicely shaped foot and my cock was
straining at the leash.  It has long been my habit to `go commando' at the
weekends, especially in the hot weather and I feared that I would start
producing precum and develop a wet patch at the front of my pale green
shorts.  I cleared my throat, moved my leg a little and Brian removed his
toes with a smile, only to start on me again with the other foot.  I had to
put my hand down my waistband and adjust my rock-hard cock to a more
comfortable position and as I did I felt the first glob of precum escape.
I wiped it off with my thumb and did the only thing I could with it.  I
licked it off my thumb.  I looked over at Brian and he smiled and licked
his lips seductively.  Fuck, this boy was sexy.  Why had I never seen it
before?  The pressure on my leg stopped and I felt Brian's foot land on my
chair between my legs, his toes beginning to stretch out towards my cock.
I just couldn't help myself.  I wrapped my legs around the chair legs and
pulled the chair closer to the table and reached down and pulled Brian's
foot hard against my throbbing cock, all the while staring at Brian and
watching his smile turn into a broad grin.  After he had massaged my cock
with his foot for a couple of minutes he removed it and must have seen a
look of disappointment on my face.  He winked at me and whispered `Later.'

Oh my God, what promise that one word held `Later'.  But what on earth was
happening here.  This wasn't the raven-haired beautiful, sexy girl I had
always fantasised about.  This was a streaky blond haired beautiful sexy
boy who I had been friends with for the last eight years with never a hint
of anything sexual.  In fact, I had never had this feeling about a boy
before, come to think of it; I had never felt like this about a girl
either.  Sure I'd eyed up the guys in the shower, purely in the interests
of research, of course, and I'd even jacked off with another boy on one
occasion but I never laid a finger on him.

But here was Brian, a boy from a wealthy family, a boy who could probably
have his choice of all the girls in town, but he seemed to be interested in
me.  Why?  I wasn't handsome, I wasn't anything special and I wasn't gay.
There, I've used that word.  GAY.  Surely I'm not ... But why was my cock
so hard?  Why was there a dark green wet patch on the front of my shorts?
WHAT????  ... OH, NO...  .. What a give-away.

Well, you know about the four boys who would be joining me in my tent that
night, but you don't know what I look like.  You don't even know my name!!

OK, I'm Lucas, Lucas Nicholson.  As you know, I'm fifteen years old and I'm
a typical `boy next door' type, around 5'3" tall with brown hair and pale
grey eyes, slim build but not keen on sport so not terribly muscular, but I
did have the distinction of being the first boy in my year to get pubic
hair.  That's not to say I have the biggest cock.  That title goes to Sammy
Joel, a Jewish boy (and therefore cut) who has been truly blessed in the
cock department. He is certainly one of God's chosen people!!!

I should also tell you that none of the chess club kids go to my school, so
I have never had the opportunity of seeing them in the shower, so I don't
know what they're like naked.  I have to confess that I was looking forward
to checking them out, but I'm not gay, really I'm not...I don't think.  But
I digress, back to the action!

When I stood up after our game Brian's eyes were drawn to my crotch and, of
course, he immediately saw the wet spot and cleared his throat loudly,
motioning towards it with his head.  I shrugged my shoulders and held out
my hands showing him I had nothing to cover it with.  He picked up his
jacket and handed it to me. `Hold this in front of it' he whispered.

I said goodbye to the others and arranged with Graham, Mikey and Austin to
come around to my place when their parents came to the hall for the social.
Brian said that he would walk home with me so I could keep his jacket held
in front of me and then he would go home from there.

As we walked towards my house I looked at Brian and he smiled back at me
`Erm...' I began, but chickened out `Are you ...erm...Brian, are you er...'

`You want to know if I'm gay?' he asked

`Uh, y... yes, I suppose' I replied.

`Sure I am' he replied `I'm as gay as a buttercup and I fancy you like mad'
he said.  `It's taken me a long, long time to pluck up the courage to tell
you, but I'm not backing out now, I fancy you, Lucas Nicholson, and I want
to go to bed with you.'

I looked at him, open-mouthed and remained silent until he said `Well?'

`Yea, well, I...er...er...'

`Is that a yes?' he asked `If it is I'll phone my folks on my mobile and
tell them that I'm staying with you now until tomorrow.

Um, yes, I...er...I don't ...er ...I'm not ...er...OK' Where the hell did
that come from?  Did I just say OK?  Did I just agree to go to bed with
Brian?  WITH A BOY?????

`Wow, that's brilliant' Brian said, doing a little dance of excitement and
pulling out his cell phone.

By the time I had made this momentous decision and Brian had done his
impersonation of a disco freak we had reached my garden gate.  As I pushed
it open my Mum came out of the front door and walked towards us `Hello,
boys' she said `Lucas why have you got that jacket in front of you?  It's
not even yours.'

`Hi Mrs. Nicholson' said Brian `I loaned Lucas my jacket because he spilt
some water on his shorts and it looks as though he peed himself.  I didn't
want the others teasing him so I let him have my jacket to cover himself
up.

`That's very kind of you er...'

`Brian' I prompted.

`Yes, Brian, very thoughtful.  You'd better go up to your room and change
those shorts, Lucas.'

`OK, Mum' I said `Brian's going to stay with me now and we may have a
little lie down and rest as we'll probably be up late tonight.'

`That's fine, I shan't disturb you then' she said as she went out of the
gate.

As we went into the house I called `Hi, Dad'.  There was no response, and
then I remembered that Dad was going into town that afternoon to have the
car looked at.  He had been having trouble starting it and was going to see
if the garage could fix it while he waited.  This meant that we were alone
in the house, a fact that did not escape Brian's notice.

I hung his jacket in the hall and turned to him.  For a moment we stared
into each other's eyes and then I suppose the inevitable happened.  He took
both my hands in his and kissed me lightly on the lips.  This seemed to
unleash the hidden gay boy inside me and I put my arms around him and
pressed myself to him.  I wanted my body to be in contact with this boy
from the top of his streaked blond hair right down to those adorable tanned
toes.  I returned his kiss, but this time with open mouth and felt his
tongue enter me.  My cock leapt inside my shorts and I pressed myself even
harder against him.  We must have stood like that for a full five minutes
before I finally broke off the kiss, took him gently by the hand and led
him upstairs to my bedroom.  Wait a minute ... was I taking the lead in
this?  Well, what the heck, my cock was the king and I was just obeying.

When we reached the bedroom I slipped off my sandals and began to remove my
tee shirt. `No' said Brian and started to remove it for me.  As he threw it
to the floor he bent and kissed each of my nipples in turn.  A shudder ran
through the whole of my body and my cock was now so hard it hurt.  My
little nipples stood proud from my body, something that had never happened
before.  I unbuttoned Brian's shirt, removed it, placed it on top of mine
and revealed his tanned chest.  I ran my hand all over it and kissed his
nipples as I held them between my fingers.  I looked down and saw the
outline of his hard cock inside his perfectly tailored shorts and could
stop myself no longer.  I just had to have it in my hand.  I placed my hand
against it and he moaned with pleasure.  I undid the clasp at the front and
lowered the zip.  As I did so I revealed a pair of bright red briefs,
probably the briefest briefs I have ever seen.  They were semi-transparent
and probably cost more than my whole wardrobe, but the object of my desire
was what lay inside them, or rather STOOD inside them.

As I ran my hands around his back and down to his butt I realised that this
was, in fact, a thong, something I had heard about and seen pictures of but
had never seen in real life.  I now had one of his arse cheeks in each hand
and as I squeezed them Brian pushed himself hard against me so we were cock
to cock through our clothing.  I managed to pull myself away from him and
knelt in front of him and, taking the elastic waistband in both hands I
pulled it outwards and lowered his thong over his cock and down, pulling
the material from his arse crack.  As he stepped out of it I could not help
myself.  I just had to lift that skimpy little garment to my nose and
inhale deeply, knowing where it had been and knowing that I would be going
there myself sooner or later, and the sooner the better.  I smelt that
wonderful teenage boy smell, then laid it on top of our shirts.  Finally I
had revealed what I had been imagining for the last half-hour and, believe
me, I was NOT disappointed.  No, it wasn't huge, it was just wonderful,
beautiful, in fact it was just perfect.  Just as tanned as the rest of his
body, a little over five inches long and just thick enough to get my thumb
and forefinger around.

I took it in hand and it leapt with anticipation.  There was just the
smallest trace of precum forcing it's way from the slit and his foreskin
was fully retracted over his knob.  He was uncut, but when hard his skin
automatically retracted.  His knob was shining and purple; just as mine is
when I'm just a few seconds from cumming, probably as it was inside my
shorts right now.

`Be careful, Lucas' he said, `I'm pretty close to climax'

I bent down and licked the trace of precum from the tip.  It was a little
salty, but it was a part of Brian and that is all that I thought of.  I had
a part of Brian inside me and, hopefully, I would have a lot more of him
before the afternoon was finished.

Brian stood up, took my hands and I stood with him.  He looked downwards to
my crotch and his eyes widened.  Where the small damp patch had been
earlier there was now a huge wet patch.  I don't think I had ever produced
so much precum as had soaked into my shorts.  He put his hand against my
cock, then lifted it to his nose, sniffed and said `Nectar, I have to have
some', and so saying he put his thumbs inside my waistband and slowly and
gently lowered my shorts, revealing what was indeed my shining purple knob
from which a globule of precum slowly dropped.  As I stepped out of my
shorts he laid them on the pile beside his thong, then he knelt in front of
me and took the tip of my knob into his mouth.  After a few seconds the
knob disappeared inside and then he slowly engulfed the whole shaft.  I
could feel myself oozing precum into his mouth and then I felt my cock
reach the back of his throat.  How I stopped myself from cumming there and
then I shall never know, but it was a close-run thing.

Between ragged breaths I managed to warn him that I could shoot at any
minute and he backed off, saying it would be a shame to climax so soon,
then he led me gently to the bed and we laid down side by side, arms around
each other and kissed ... and kissed ...and kissed.

As I was totally inexperienced at this kind of thing I let Brian take the
lead an after a few minutes he swivelled himself around and presented me
with his wonderful rock-hard cock.  As I leaned forward to kiss it I felt
my own cock disappearing once again inside his mouth and I just could not
help myself, I opened my mouth and took his knob inside.  This is something
I would never have dreamed of doing a few hours before, but it felt so
right and so, SO sexy.  I mimicked his motions on my own cock and we fell
into a gentle rhythm of sucking one another.  I could hear whimpering from
below as Brian reacted to what I was doing, then I realised that I was
doing the same myself.  After just a few seconds Brian removed his mouth
from my cock saying `Careful, Lucas, I'm about to shoot my load.'

`Me too' I replied and, much to my surprise he took me back in his mouth.
`Back off, Brian I'm cumming' I said, which simply met with
`MMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmm' from Brian and continued sucking.

`Oh, wow' I thought and then, determinedly I too resumed my sucking and
just before I reached my climax a shot of Brian's warm, viscous cum hit the
back of my throat, followed by a second.  I almost gagged but natural
reaction stepped in and I swallowed before taking the next three shots in
my mouth and as I rolled his cum around on my tongue I shot my own load
into Brian's throat.  I seemed to shoot gallons, far more than I had ever
produced jerking off, and the sensation of cumming inside another boy's
mouth was absolutely sensational.

Brian released my cock and his face reappeared beside me and his lips met
mine.  I still had his cum in my mouth and he still had mine.  We shared
with one another and the mixture tasted divine, as if meant to go together.

Eventually I swallowed and managed to gasp `That was bloody fantastic'

`Best I've ever had' said Brian.

`I suppose you've done this with lots of boys' I said, not maliciously, but
I have to confess it was with a modicum of jealousy.

`Just two' he said `but from mow on I'm exclusively yours ... if you'll
have me.'

`Oh, I'll have you' I said, silently admitting that yes, I AM gay and yes,
I LOVE it.

We had told Mum that we would have a lie down to rest and that is what we
did for the next hour or so and we both fell into a light doze.

There was a knock on the door and I almost shouted `come in' without
thinking, but had the presence of mind to grab the duvet from the floor and
cover our nakedness before I did so.

Dad popped his head round the door and said there were some sandwiches and
coffee ready if we'd like to come down.  The he looked on the floor and saw
our clothes in a pile with my shorts and Brian's thong on top.  He looked
from them to us and back, then to us again.  A little smile played on his
lips and then he winked at me and said `OK, I'll...er...leave you two alone
to ...er...sort yourselves out'.  As the door closed I heard a chuckle
outside and then retreating footsteps.

I looked at Brian and Brian looked at me. `He knows' I said.  `He knows
we're naked in here and he thinks it's funny!' I marvelled

`Man, we are so in trouble' said Brian.

`No, Brian' I said `If we were in trouble we would have known about it.  My
Dad is great, he's easy-going and fair but if I do anything he disapproves
of, I know about it ... And if I do it again, I CERTAINLY know about it.
If we were in trouble you would have been out of the door by now, naked or
not.'

We dressed quickly and apprehensively went downstairs.  `Come on, boys' Dad
called `Mum's worked hard making all these sandwiches, let's all do them
justice.  Come on, Brian, make yourself at home and help yourself.'

Mum poured the coffee and we tucked into the sandwiches with relish (no,
with relish as in with gusto – not with relish as in beef with relish!!!)
ha ha.

As we were chewing Mum asked if we had a good rest.  `Rest?' queried Dad `I
don't think there was much resting going on.  Remember, I was a teenager
once myself.  I think these guys have been planning what they would get up
to tonight.' Then he turned to us, winked theatrically and said `unless
you'd like to tell us what else you might have been doing.'

`No' said Brian quickly `You're absolutely right, Mr Nicholson, we were
making plans for later.'  I remember thinking "This boy could tell lies for
England."

There was a ring on the front doorbell and as Mum went to answer it Dad
came and sat opposite us. `Listen, boys' he said `I know exactly what's
been going on and I have to confess that I was doing just the same at your
age.  Just be careful and for God's sake don't mention what you're doing to
anyone else.  Experimentation is the most natural thing in the world and
I'm just so pleased that you've found each other to mess around with.  Just
be careful who you let in on the secret.  I suppose it's all going to
happen again tonight, but DON'T mention it to Mum because she just wouldn't
understand.  Besides, women just can't keep secrets so Mum's the word
... or rather not a word to Mum.'  He winked at us again and then went to
see what was keeping Mum at the front door.

`Well,' I said, totally bemused, `fuck me.'

Brian looked at me, winked and whispered that word again, `Later'.

I kid you not, my arse twitched involuntarily.  Could this really be on the
cards?  Could it really be that we might be going "all the way"?

Mum and Dad came back into the kitchen so our conversation was cut short.
Possibly a good thing.  I wasn't sure I was ready to be fucked.  Mind you,
a few hours ago I didn't know I was ready to be sucked but I sure had been.

Time came for Mum and Dad to leave for the social and the other boys
arrived for the camp-out.  The kitchen was awash with food and drinks that
Mum had prepared for us and this was quickly demolished by us all.

We thought it only fair to clear up after ourselves then disappeared to the
garden and the tent.  It was a very warm evening and I started the ball
rolling by removing my shirt.  Austin was the next to reveal his ebony
black body, pretty well-defined for a 14 year-old, but not surprising since
he was heavily into sports.

Brian was next.  No surprises for me here as I had seen what he had to
offer earlier.  Mikey and Graham were last to reveal themselves and again,
no surprises.  Mikey was the little runt that he appeared to be and Graham,
whilst a little overweight, was pretty good to look at.

We chatted for a while and, of course, the subject of sex arose and the
usual fictitious claims of sexual experience were bandied about when Brian
suddenly said `I have to pee.'

`Use the tree' I told him, don't bother going indoors.  Brian stepped out
of the tent and went to the tree directly in front of the tent opening.
With his back to us he unzipped and started peeing.  Suddenly his shorts
slipped to his knees and his bare arse was revealed to all.  I suddenly
realised that I had felt it, I had removed the thong from it, but I had
never actually seen it.  Like the rest of his body, it was beautiful and I
could hardly stop myself from grabbing a handful, but I did manage to
restrain myself.  The one thing I did notice was that he was not wearing
his thong.  `Hey, Brian' I called to him `what did you do with your
...er...thong?' I finished lamely, realising that I had just announced to
all the other kids that I knew what underwear Brian had been wearing.

Three pairs of eyes looked from Brian to me and back.  `OOOOOOOOhhhhhh'
said Graham sarcastically `What have you two been up to?'

`Yes' Mikey added `Been in each others' pants have you?'

`Poofters!!' laughed Austin and as if to confirm their suspicions Brian
wiggled his arse seductively as he shook the last drops of piss from his
cock, pulled up his shorts and turned to rejoin us.  What we could all see
as he turned to face us is that his cock was not exactly soft inside his
shorts.

While the others were generally laughing and teasing us Brian whispered in
my ear `I slipped my thong under your pillow, something to remember me by.'

As things quietened down Graham said `So, did you guys really get together
today?  What did you do?'

Brian had automatically sat beside me and the other three boys were facing
us.  It was an `us and them' situation and I knew that we had to either
come clean or deny everything.  The decision was taken for me when Brian
said `Sure we played around a little, who doesn't?'

Three pairs of eyes were riveted to us with expectation written all over
the faces surrounding them.  `So, are you gay?' blurted out Mikey.

`Yes' said Brian

`No' I said at the same time and then `I don't know'.

`You don't have to be gay to play around with other boys' Brian said.  I
bet at least one of you has played around with someone else.'

Both Graham and Mikey had the grace to blush.  With Austin it wasn't so
easy to tell, but he began shaking his head `Not me' he said quietly.

`Well,' said Brian, who had clearly taken charge of the conversation `I can
see that you two are not denying it.'

`Weeellll' said Mikey.

`OK' said Graham, `but only with my cousin, and only for a week during the
holidays.'

`You see' Brian said `four out of five of us have done it, and we're not
all gay are we?'

`No' was the resounding reply.

`Ummm' said Austin tentatively `what do you guys actually do to each
other?'

`Well' Brian explained `we jerk off together – you do jerk off don't you?'
he asked Austin.

Austin nodded enthusiastically.

`Yes, we jerk off together and sometimes we do it to one another, and
sometimes we suck one another.'

`WHAT?' shouted Austin `suck another boy's dick?'

`SSSSSHhhhh' I said `the neighbours might hear', but yes, we suck dick.

`YOU might suck dick' said Graham `but I don't'!!'

`I have' said Mikey proudly before he realised what he had just admitted.

`When?  Where?' demanded Graham.

`It was about a month ago in the boy's toilet at school.  I went for a pee
and stood next to Danny Ryan.  When I looked down I could see his cock was
hard and it made mine go hard too.  He has a huge cock and I just couldn't
take my eyes off it.  He called me a pervert for looking at him and I
called him a pouff for being hard in the toilet.  He laughed and said
`You'll have to suck my dick for that or I'll tell the whole school you're
a perv.'  So we went into the cubicle and I sucked his dick till he came.'

`What, in your mouth?' asked Graham, reaching down and adjusting his
apparently hardening cock.

Mikey looked down and said quietly `Yes.'  Then he looked up and said `But
he did suck mine afterwards and he told me that my cum tasted sweet.'

`WHAT?' said Graham incredulously `Danny Ryan sucked you off?  But he's
about as butch as they come, he's captain of the under 17 football team,
and he's MY MATE!!!'

`Well, there you go' said Brian `As I said before you don't have to be gay
to mess around together.'

`So I've been missing out on all this?' said Austin.

`Well, yea' said Brian `But we can change all that now' said Brian `I've
been with a few boys, but never a black boy before.'

`I'm not sure I want to be part of this.' said Graham.

`Well, you're free to go' I said `but you're not so innocent because you
admitted jerking off with your cousin.'

`Well, yes, but that was just the two of us and it only happened a few
times.'

`Ah,' said Brian `A few times, eh?  So the first time didn't put you off?'

`OK, you got me' said Graham `I'll stay'.

`Besides' said Brian `don't think we haven't noticed you getting hard and
adjusting yourself'.

`No I haven't'

`Oh, yes you have' the four of us chorused, and as if planned we held him
down and removed his shorts and boxers to reveal a disappointingly small
but nonetheless very hard, cut cock.'

`That's not fair' said Graham.

`Of course it is' said Brian and dropped his own shorts to his ankles
revealing his soft but beautiful cock to us all.  He stepped out of his
shorts and assumed a body-builder's pose saying `There you go, I have
nothing to hide and neither should any of you.'

Emboldened by his brazenness I slipped out of my own shorts to reveal my
own half-hard cock and Mikey followed suit.  The little runt had more than
his fair share of uncut manhood hanging between his legs with a pair of
large, low-hanging balls to match.  He wasn't quite fully erect, but well
on the way.  Graham's eyes opened wide at what was being revealed.

This just left Austin, the youngest and most inexperienced of us.

`Come on, Austin' said Brian draping his arm over my shoulder and making my
cock harden with his touch.

Austin stood reluctantly and, looking around at the four cocks revealed
before him, slipped his hands inside his waistband.  We could see that he
was hard inside his shorts and as he slowly lowered them to his knees he
revealed the first black cock that I, or any of the others, had seen.

He was one very sexy boy, around four and a half inches of perfection, or
almost perfection as there was a small scar where he had been cut.  For a
fourteen year old he had a lot of hair, VERY curly, tight, black hair as
was to be expected, and even the beginnings of a treasure trail.
Self-consciously he wrapped his hand around himself until Mikey pushed his
hand away and replaced it with his own.  I thought Austin might have a
heart attack as he took a sharp intake of breath, shuddered convulsively
and almost collapsed as his knees trembled when his cock was touched for
the first time by another boy.  He regained his composure, closed his eyes
and said `Ho-ly shit' as he started on his journey to ecstasy.

Graham looked on in awe, gently stroking his own small cock as Mikey
pleasured Austin.  Brian, not being one to miss an opportunity, knelt in
front of Graham, pushed his hand away and gently took his cock into his
mouth.  Graham was totally silent, but his eyes said everything he was
thinking.  First they opened wider than I would have believed possible,
then narrowed as that feeling of pleasure and eroticism that only being
sucked achieves slowly took over.

Mikey, seeing that sucking was the order of the day and he was already on
his knees, transferred Austin's cock to his mouth.

I have to confess that I was feeling a little left out at this point, but I
am not one to deny another boy a pleasure he has never experienced before,
and Graham was certainly enjoying being sucked by my Brian.  Just a sec,
did I say "my Brian?"  How gay can you get?

Austin began to tremble and said quietly I'm going to sh...shoot
sssssoooon'.  Mikey carried on sucking.  `Mikey,' repeated Austin `You'd
better stop now, I'm going to
SSSSSHHHHHHOOOOOOOO-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhh' He reached a
crescendo as he emptied himself into Mikey's mouth.

This was all it took to send Graham over the edge and he too shot noisily
into Brian's mouth, collapsing against me as he did so, all strength having
left his legs.  I lowered him gently to the ground as Brian turned to me
and showed me his mouth full of Graham's cum, then, his mouth still full,
he opened it and took my cock gently inside.  I felt the stickiness of
Graham's cum over my cock and I grew harder, not having experienced it
before.  Brian beckoned Mikey to stand beside me and then transferred his
attention to Mikey's cock, taking mine in his hand and rubbing Graham's cum
all over it, then he did the same with Mikey's and then continued to
masturbate both of us to climax, mine arriving just seconds before Mikey's
and both of us shooting our loads all over Brian's chest and shoulders.

Austin and Graham had both recovered by now and watched as Mikey and I
came, their own cocks hard again and ready for more action.

Brian stood and kissed me, his mouth still tasting of Graham's cum and the
other boys looked on, not knowing what to make of this, then Brian turned
and gave Mikey a peck on the cheek, then did the same to the other two,
none of them objecting to it.

As Brian kissed Austin's cheek, Austin took Brian's rock-hard cock in his
hand, Brian being the only boy who had not cum this evening, but he looked
to be well on the way.  Austin started to slowly run his hand up and down
Brian's cock, his black hand looking strange against Brian's white cock.  I
could see from Brian's expression that he was enjoying himself and he
confirmed my thoughts when he said `Nice and slow, Austin, I'm getting
close.'

Then Austin surprised us all by taking the tip of Brian's cock into his
mouth and I could see that he was running his tongue over Brian's slit.
Brian moaned and shuddered, then Austin took him back in hand just seconds
before Brian released shot after shot of his lovely white cum all over
Austin's black face an neck.

We had all been holding our breath (and our cocks) while this was happening
and each of us collapsed on to the mattresses after it was over, all
getting ourselves together and dragging ourselves back to normality.

`I have to pee' said Graham, leaving the tent and going to the tree that
Brian had used earlier.

`Me too' said Mikey and followed him, their two white bums shining in the
dusk as they walked away from us.

When they returned Mikey said that there were lights in the house and that
my parents must be home.  It was a lot earlier than I had expected and I
wondered why they were already home.

My question was about to be answered as I heard footsteps on the garden
path.

Fuck it, we were all stark naked and I for one was half hard.  I couldn't
let whoever it was come into the tent and find us all like this and there
was no time to dress, even if I could find my shorts among the various
items of clothing scattered all around the tent, so I did the only thing I
could.  I decided that I would be the "sacrificial lamb" and I left the
tent, naked and with a semi to run face to face into my Dad, who was
carrying two duvets.  He did not bat an eyelid when he saw my nakedness.
He simply said `We're home a bit earlier than we expected, son, Mum wasn't
feeling too well, but she was well enough to suggest that I bring these
duvets down for you boys in case you get cold later.'

`Thanks, Dad, I hope Mum feels better soon.'  I said, taking the duvets
from him before he had a chance to enter the tent.  I could see that he
wanted to say something else but he wished me goodnight and turned to walk
away.

I turned to go back into the tent when he stopped, turned, smiled and said
simply `You're looking good, son, in fact, you're looking great.'

I smiled and said `thanks, Dad.'

`Have fun' he said as he walked away.

As I entered the tent I was met by four open mouths.

`Wow' said Austin `you let your Dad see you naked.'

`Well' I replied, `it was either that or he saw us ALL naked'.  My parents
haven't seen me like this since I was about 9 years old.

`You look good, son, you look great' mimicked Brian.

`Have fun' said Graham.

`You have a really cool Dad, mine would have gone apeshit' said Mikey.

`Mine too' chorused the others.

With the tension of the moment all our cocks had gone soft and we relaxed
with each other, pulling the duvets over us.  Sleep overtook us soon, but
with five of us on two single mattresses it was definitely a `cosy' night,
and I woke several times with a hand on my cock, I didn't know who's, and I
have to confess that my own hands wandered a little, but where that led I
will leave to your imagination as this part of the story ends here ...

Except to say that this was the first of a number of such experiences we
five had together and we became know to our families as `The Five Funsters'
as we were always together and always had fun.  They just didn't know what
kind of fun, except my Dad, of course.

All of this happened some years ago.  Now Graham is a university lecturer,
married with three kids.  Mikey is also married, has a son named Lucas,
after me, and works in television.

Austin never married, came out to his family and was ostracised, but had a
long-term relationship with a great guy named Jack.  They split after
fifteen years and Austin slept around a bit and then went with another guy
briefly but then discovered he was HIV positive.  He died from AIDS a year
or so later.  We all went to the funeral, but none of his family showed,
even though they knew about it, so between the four of us we gave him a
good send-off.

That leaves Brian.  Well, next week Brian and I celebrate 40 years
together.  If we could have married we would, but last year `civil
ceremonies' between gay couples were legalised here in Britain and we made
our vows, one to another in front of our two surviving friends and their
families, my Dad, who is now 80 (sadly Mum died five years ago) and Brian's
Mum (also widowed).  We have had our ups and downs but Brian has always
been the only man for me and he has made me obscenely happy over the years.
We run a small business together and are a totally devoted couple.  We have
been accepted by both the gay and straight communities and we count
ourselves very lucky.  God has truly blessed us.  Oh, and by the way, that
old chess set and board that started it all takes pride of place on the
coffee table.  Not on display, but still a prized possession is a rather
stained and faded red thong which still lives under my pillow while its
erstwhile owner lies next to me.  We didn't get to go "all the way" that
night, but we have been there many, many times since.

The Gay Narrator


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