Date: Sun, 24 Oct 2004 12:57:23 EDT
From: Brit18uk@aol.com
Subject: That Fateful Day-Chapter 5

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That Fateful Day

By Rick Grahame

Chapter 5

I was up and almost ready to leave for school and was just picking up my
backpack when the doorbell rang. Wondering who the hell this could be at
this hour I went to answer it. Mum was already gone and dad had prob been
gone for a couple of hours by now. I opened the door and immediately felt
my knees go weak and a glow spread outwards from my chest. It was Carl
standing there with his wicked impish grin plastered all over his face. We
have a front door thats recessed about two feet so when people are calling
they can stand in from any foul weather. Carl was just stood there grinning
with both his pants pockets turned inside out and simply hanging there. The
best bit was, his dick hanging there too with a tidy chub on it, and the
words from his mouth were, "Have you met my pet elephant yet"? I fell into
fits of howling laughter trying to ask whatever had happened to his
trunk. I had also leant forwards, grasped hold of it and was pulling him in
the door, all the time feeling it firm up and beginning to throb. Trying to
stop laughing I pushed the door to and sank to my knees. I kissed it then
slowly sank my lips down it and quickly began to bob up and down. He began
to moan and thrust as I also felt in his fly and managed to get his balls
out which I then gently rolled around in his very ample sac. Within two
minutes tops, he was spurting his boy juice down my throat in powerful
jets. As he finished spurting I held his tip on my tongue and grasping
around the root, I worked my hand up the length of it squeezing out the
last drops to savour and delight in. His knees were definitely shaking as
he grabbed onto my shoulders and stood there panting. "God!" he said, "I
must call for you more often. What a hell of a way to start my day. I love
you Rick".

      We ran for the bus with my own cock rapidly deflating and we only
just caught it. Arriving at school we were soon going our seperate ways and
were into another day of learning. During one boring spell it occured to me
that I wish school was as good as the learning curve I had been on this
weekend. We can all dream I suppose. The day wound its tortuous way around
to three thirty, and finding Carl waiting for me at the front entrance we
made our way to the bus stop. The first words from Carl were, "No ones in
till about half six. You want to come over? I owe you". I took out my phone
and rang mum asking if it would be ok if I didn't arrive home till around
six. She answered telling me that she was running late already and didn't
expect to have dinner ready till around seven anyway, so yes, no later than
seven please. I grinned at Carl and nodded my head. Cool he replied.

      I hadn't actually been into Carls house at all except for once years
ago when I had gone to his sixth or seventh birthday party. It still amazed
me to think I had known him all these years, we had many of the same
hobbies and interests, had always liked each other, yet weren't til' now,
close friends. Wierd! We arrived at our stop, got off, and quickly made our
way the few yards to Carls house. We took our shoes off as we went in
placing them tidily by the door. Both our mum's it seems have trained us
well. Dropping our backpacks by our shoes he quickly led me up to his
room. "Wow! Wicked room Carl, I like this. You have it set out sooooo
cool". He had a double bed, a 42" widescreen telly, DVD player and a
video. A really top slot puter and widescreen TFT monitor. A really huge
Sony sound system with speakers that filled the corners of his room, and
where there was room for bookshelves you can bet that one had been squeezed
in. He must have had about a thousand books covering all topics and genre
of writing. His DVD and video library spilled out onto the landing on even
more shelving units. I already knew he was bright, but Jesus! He was
constantly pulling accolade after accolade with his school work, but this
demonstrated it so vividly when I saw that over three quarters of his video
titles were educational documentaries covering any number of topics. I felt
proud of him and drew him into a huge and loving hug.

      The next surprise was when he sparked up his puter and pulling what
were labelled as Microsoft programme discs from a shelf over his desk, he
popped one in and these two cute boys came on sceen soon after the titles
which were in German. It was by Sebastian Bleisch and the title was Erste
Versuche. God! Were these two boys horny. It turned out to be a series of
five mpegs numbered from one to five, and believe me when I say it was HOT,
it was mega Hot. As I had settled into the chair he rolled up behind me I
soon became engrossed in the movie. He leaned into my neck whispering,
"Relax, just watch the movie", and the next thing was feeling his hand
slide over my now very hard cock. He undid my zip and belt etc and coaxed
me to lift my bum. I did and he slipped my pants and boxers off
together. The next sensation was his hot breath over my jewels and his hand
fondling my balls. Next were his lips engulfing the tip then sliding down
my shaft. All I can tell you is, it was without doubt the horniest blow job
I think I will ever recieve. He was able to bring me to the brink maybe
four times before he let me blow my load, and what a load it was. It had
been stored since the previous night and had grown in volume tremendously
whilst giving him his b/j that morning and had further grown through all
the hard-ons I had thrown during the day while daydreaming of him.

      The movie finished, we had been sat together for about the last
thirty minutes, him in another chair he had rolled next to mine. I had had
my hand over in his crotch gently fondling his bits through his pants. As
the movie ended I had wanted to move to his bed and get him off too. He
surprised me when he said there wouldn't be time as his rents were due
home. I looked at my watch and wondered where the afternoon had gone when I
saw it was almost six thirty. I had to think about going too, and hated to
leave him with a boner that he'd have to relieve himself. I wrapped my arms
around him and drew him into a quite passionate embrace and kissed him with
us both tongue wrestling as well. He was pushing his hard penis into what
was my now hard again cock and quickly began to thrust frantically. I knew
what was coming and hugged him to me as I felt him shudder, hold himself
hard to me and actually felt it flex rythmically against my own as he
creamed his boxers. It was really hot and horny to feel him unload against
me. As he came down we heard his dads Hi-Lux enter their drive and quickly
seperated. He shot into the bathroom to try to mop the worst of his cum up
and stop it soaking through his school uniform grey pants. He came out a
few minutes later red faced and still slightly out of breath. His dad
called upstairs at that point to ask if he was home. He called back saying
I was here and we had been watching a video on Roman Britain for our
history class. He quickly calmed down and we made our way downstairs
meeting his dad in the kitchen. I very soon after, made my farewells to
them both and left for home.

      My evening was uneventful save for homework and I soon found myself
in bed re-living Carls awesome blowjob. I was rock hard as usual and gave
myself a slow sensual hand job spreading my jizz all over my chest and
stomach, wishing that it was Carls I was rubbing into my skin. Morning soon
came around and I had an amusing shower washing the dried cum flakes from
myself. Mum was still home when I got down for breakfast, and was still
there when Carl again called for me. When the door bell rang I was there
like a shot to make sure he hadn't brought Nellie the Elephant along, but
as my eyes glanced down to his crotch he shook his head and pointed to my
mums car. I knew he was bright.

      We arrived for yet another day of learning and as the day progressed
I became ever more restless. I was queueing to get into history again and
had the unfortunate luck to be directly behind Keith Pearson. I had my head
half turned having a conversation with the boy behind me when I began to
feel feather light strokes over my jewels. I snapped round and looking down
saw Keith had his hands behind his back and was stroking his finger tips
over the outline of my now hardening dick. He had obviously felt it growing
and simply took hold of it causing me to blush and thrust my bum backwards
in reflex action. Ooooooooh! came a quiet voice from behind me and I felt
Jordan behind me thrust himself hard on my bum. He went on to whisper,
Mmmmm, I didn't know you liked me that much and began to giggle. Keith
meanwhile still had a grip of my cock which was now a total raging
boner. God! Talk about embarrassing. I can't say other than it was really
quite hot to feel Jordans still out thrust jewels against my bum and my
dick in Keiths grasp which he was now slowly moving up and down causing me
to twitch uncontrollably. The teacher, henceforth known as 'The Bitch'
still hadn't arrived and if she didn't soon, then I knew I was in for soggy
boxers. I really do have a hair trigger. I don't know which was worst ( or
best, depending on how you view it), Jordans very definite and amazing
erection against my bum or the slow wank I was getting off Keith. They both
must have combined cos I was very quickly shuddering and sliding my jerking
bum eratically against Jordans now hard cock.  I was absolutely mortified
as I creamed my boxers. "Oh shit"! I groaned. I deperately grabbed my
handerkerchief from my pocket and stuffed it down my pants and wrapped my
cock in it to soak up all I could before it seeped through my
trousers. Jordan was still slowly rubbing his erection against my bum
whilst Keith had half turned and was looking me in the eye and giggling. He
winked and whispered, "Nice". I could feel Jordan getting right into it and
it was all very iffy and embarrassing but at the same time it was really
fucking hot. I gently pushed back against him and was rewarded in seconds
with him jerking against me and I was feeling his dick twitch as he too
creamed his pants. I carry a spare hankie and grabbing it from my pocket I
slipped it behind me and felt him take it from me. Feeling him fumbling I
turned to him and he looked at me blushing fiercely. I tried to help his
feelings by saying, "Wow, that was cool", and got a sheepish grin back. At
that moment The Bitch arrived and let us into the classroom.

      I related all this to Carl on our way to the bus stop and he looked
at me as if stunned. He went on to say, "fuck everyone fancies you I better
be careful or i'll end uplosing you". He went on to say "you remember when
I went on that field trip about six months ago? I nodded. He replied, "well
Jordan was on the same trip and we roomed together. One thing led to
another and we did each other. We must have got off together at least four
times that weekend. I think thats when I realised I was most likely
gay". He went on to tell me about the gay movie we had seen at his last
night saying he had downloaded it using www.winmx.com and that he had been
watching some gay stuff for about a year before that when he was still
thirteen. I was amazed at his frankness and acceptance of the fact he was
gay. I was still fairly scared of the fact I was, and dreaded my rents
finding out. He went on to say that his dad knew but his mum didn't. He had
thought his rents were out one afternoon and was watching gay porn on his
puter. The groans from the movie were quite loud and he hadn't heard his
dad come in. Coming upstairs to go to his room he had passed Carls room and
heard the obviously sexual moans and groans cos he had barged into Carls
room fully expecting he had a girl in there and was screwing her. What he
had found was Carl pounding his dick, just coming onto the boil, and
squirting his load whilst he watched gay movies. He said nothing, but the
being the gentleman I had thought him to be, turned and left the room. Carl
wasn't even aware he had been caught. It was later that his dad tapped on
his door and they had a really cool heart to heart about the whole
thing. His dad admitted to fooling around too when he was Carls age and
further admitted that if it wasn't for the fact he had met Marion, Carls
mum, he wasn't sure if he would have turned out as straight as he now
was. God! what an amazing revelation. I was totally gobsmacked. We had been
so caught up in the moment, we had missed our bus. No prob I said, lets go
into town and get a can. So we walked down into Diss and went into a cafe
there having a really heavily iced Belgian pastry and a can of pepsi
each. I love Belgian pastries. It is a sweet bread dough rolled out into a
long thin sausage. It is then curled on itself making a flat swirl. In
between the joins of the swirl are heavily syruped mixed raisins and
sultanas (dried and semi dried grapes). This is then baked and when its
cooled it has a thick sugar icing poured over it with a glace cherry placed
in the centre. Mmmmmmmm, yummy!

      We rode home with my dad. Carl was all over dads Rover and loved
it. I then remembered to ask if he had a current passport to which he
replied that he had. I'd already asked dad if it would be ok to invite him
on our next trip so I invited him there and then. He was over the moon and
said, "Oh yeah! That would be soooo cool, I can't wait", and began to ask
all sorts of questions. He had never travelled via the tunnel yet and was
very excited. I told him later in my room about a shop in a Belgian town we
went to called Adinkerke that was just over the border from France. Dad
went there to get tobacco for his brother who smoked. Yuk! Here in England
it is £10.00 a pack, in Belgium it costs £2.50. Buying it in twenty pack
lots it's easy to see his savings. About £150.00 every time. Anyway, this
shop. They sold really cool casts of people and stuff, figurines are what
you'd call them I suppose. Like cartoon figures etc etc. At the front of
the shop is a display stand with all sorts of porn DVD's. At the bottom of
the shelf are loads of gay ones. I had never had the guts to actually buy
any of the porn yet and in truth it would have only been since last week
that I would have even thought of getting hold of any gay stuff. He was
again quite excited about going and was keen to find out when we would next
go. We went downstairs to ask dad. He said maybe three weeks would be about
right. Carl was ecstatic. Sometimes if dad had the weekend off we would go
on the Friday night and stay till Sunday, generally staying in Brussels or
Liege in Belgium sometimes Lille in France. It all sounds like its miles
apart but in reality its all about two hours from Brussels. We couldn't get
to do anything at all tonight so as it was nine o'clock, Carl made his
farewells and hurried off home to do you know what, he said before he left.

      Boring school once more and another interminable day. On the way in,
Carl had suggested that if I liked I could perhaps invite Keith to come
with us this Friday, and if I wanted to, he would invite Jordan. The tent
was an eight man so it would only be seven of us and that would mean plenty
of room left over. His dads Hi-Lux would easily fit four bikes and whatever
kit the others may bring. I had agreed and had waited to see Keith in 'The
Bitches' history class. He very excitedly accepted and began to talk ten to
the dozen from which I was mercifully saved as 'The Bitch' turned up and
opened up. Jordan had been stood behind me again and had let me know that
Carl had already asked him and he was looking forward to it too. I have to
admit to being quite curious about Jordan. I had felt his cock against me
the previous day and it had felt monstrous, and I wanted to see it as well
as have hold of it. Carl had said he was really well hung and that was when
they were about fourteen and a half. Keiths I had seen a few times in the
shower and he was really quite average at about six inches. I suppose that
if you take the average and add it up, I should be handling about three and
a half feet of hard throbbing cock this coming weekend, errr, or is that
cumming? It crossed my mind that I was possibly becoming a cum slut
hehe. Meanwhile I wanted a bum full of Carl and couldn't wait for the final
bell. His mum and dad wouldn't be home till gone six again and I had
already checked with my mum about getting home late.

      We got off the bus and ran into Carls drive, shoes by the door again
and a lot of pain for his stairs as we ran up to his room. We were naked
within thirty seconds and all over each other. God how I love him. In truth
too, it was beginning to prick my concience regarding having sex with the
other boys, but it was all so new to me that I just couldn't help myself.

      Carls mum is a midwife and has a quite extensive medical kit. He had
managed to lift a tube of KY. Me being totally ignorant asked, "whats KY
when it's at home?" We were on his bed at the time so he rolled me over and
getting the KY he opened it and squeezing some out onto his fingers
attacked my pucker with it. God! was it cold? You bet it was, but it was
just so super slippery and within minutes he was working his third finger
up me and trying to reach my magic button. "Thats KY" he said, "Do you like
it"? He found my button and as I lay there squirming I begged him to fuck
me. He obliged and gently slipped his wonderful cock up me, settling in for
what he described as a long haul. Long haul it was too. He was slowly
slipping in and out of me for nearly an hour all the while holding onto me,
bringing me to just before the boil then stopping. Himself too. He
explained he had read about it on the web and it was supposed to be a mind
blowing orgasm once we finally allowed ourselves to crest the wave so to
speak. My mind harked back to the porn movie blow job. I was like a mad man
when we finally crested and I could feel him pulsing as he came in buckets
at the same time as me. That's supposed to be difficult to achieve
apparently, but we did it and he was right about it being awesome. I was
still thrashed a half hour later still holding his semi hard cock in my bum
almost frightened to let it go, I loved it so much. Time has a bad habit of
catching up and we very reluctantly had to shower and get dressed before
his rents arrived home. We did it with a margin of five minutes to spare as
we heard his dads truck pull into their drive.

      School nights also have a habit and thats that they merge into one
another and it wasn't till around eight thirty that I realised
something. We had just finished dinner and I was about to get up and help
mum to start clearing off etc. She said, "It only seems like five minutes
that I had got home from camping last Sunday, and here I was about to go
off again in less than a day". I gave her a puzzled look saying, "I don't
go till Friday remember"? "Idiot" she said, " what day do you think it is?"
I looked at her as the light came on in my brain. "I thought it was
wednesday mum, I forgot I already had a day off this week. It's Thursday
already and you're right, I go tomorrow night. Thats tooooooo cool". I had
had my fishing tackle ready since Monday, all except the bait that is, but
James had said he would organise that to save us time. The sleeping bags I
had washed so as to remove all the dried cum. They had been positively
crinkly. I'd sneaked them into the washer in the garage before bed on
Sunday night not wanting mum to see all the white stains. She must know a
boy of my age masturbates but I go out of my way to be as clean as possible
with it and not leave any positive signs. It was mum who started leaving
tissues in my room from the time I was almost thirteen. I had always
flushed them.

      Bedtime came around and I laid there going over Carls amazing fucking
ability and the heights he had taken me too earlier that day. I am just
awestruck with this boy and can't quite get my head round why I'm fucking
around with all these others. My mind inevitably drifted to James's cock
and the time he had fucked me with it. I realised I was in awe of his cock
too and the fact he was such a good looking sexy kid helped a lot too. I
had seen both Joe and Pete with chubs and hard-ons, but so far not actually
in the flesh. I had seen Keiths and knew it would be a very comfortable
fuck if I ever allowed him to fuck me. Jordan was another matter altogether
as the cock I had felt pressed up against me suggested something of quite
amazing proportions. I slowly 'came to' finding myself rubbing my cum into
my abdomen again and realised I had been stroking all the time I had been
daydreaming. I smiled at myself and rolled over to go to sleep. I know
sometime that night I dreamt of a three and a half foot long cock.

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Thats chapter five all done and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did
writing it. Some of the descriptions are my own hot memories and
expieriences. I know I am portraying unprotected sex but it is after all a
story. If you have sex, please use a condom and water based lubricant and
try not to do to others anything he isn't comfortable with or indeed
anything you wouldn't like done to yourself....Hugz, Rick