Date: Mon, 7 Aug 2017 12:00:10 +0100 From: Robert Thomson Subject: STRANGER THAN FICTION -- 3 WARNING: this includes explicit details of sexual activity between teenage males. If any readers are resident in a jurisiction where such material is illegal or are likely to be offended by it, they should leave this site at once. Robert (Jamie) Thomson writes: Nifty depends entirely on donations, so don't forget to donate at http://donate.nifty.org.html STRANGER THAN FICTION -- 3 Another time when Phil & me got together in the pub and were once again chatting away, having a good laugh about stuff that had occupied so much of our thoughts when both of us were classmates at school, I said something like how we never got round to sucking each other's cocks in all the times we'd wanked in my dad's caravan. Phil went,"A bit weird the way we never thought to do it, that's for sure, seeing how we knew every inch of each other's bodies. What about you, Jamie, ever had yours sucked?" I said, no, but there were a good many times that I wondered how that would feel, saying to him, "You said that your brother sucked you off, didn't you? Was it just the once?" "Sure. Only once." I asked him if he'd mind telling me what happened. "OK, Jamie, why not?" Here's what I remember him saying, anyway so far as I can recall now. After my brother Tommy fucked me that first time and the two of us had gone for a shower together right afterwards, we were getting dried. I told you how he'd been a bit worried that he might have hurt me. I felt just fine, and I told him I was. But while we were getting dried, I asked him if he'd want to do that again some other time. He said something like 'Would you be OK with that?' I think I just said yes, if that's what he wanted. Then, when the two of us were climbing into his bed to get some sleep, that's when I reminded him that he'd more or less promised to suck my cock. I maybe didn't think about it much, but I sure hadn't forgotten all about it. Maybe Tommy had forgotten about it. I hoped he hadn't. As soon as I came home from school, I always got straight out of my school clothes and had a quick wash, just hands & face, and then I'd get into something else, shorts when the weather was warm enough or trackie bottoms & T-shirt or some other top. It was good to get the school clothes off. Besides, it let me have a look at the underpants I'd had on, just to make sure there were no stains of pre-cum. If I spotted any stains like that, I could have a go at rinsing them out in the bathroom, always using soap & cold water, usually leaving the things to dry on the radiator in my bedroom. If they were really rank after a wanking accident at school, which luckily was hardly ever, I would get them into the washing-machine along with some of my other things like socks & PT shorts. Our mum was OK with me doing that. If my boxers or Ys on the radiator weren't dry soon enough, I just found another pair for the next day. Most school days, I was home before my brother. At his school they played hockey beginning after they went back after the summer hols. Tommy was in their First XI. After playing, except when it was an away match, he sometimes had a shower at school. Sometimes he just packed his stuff into his bag and came home to have a shower and get changed into something else. That's what must have happened on the day I'm remembering. I'd already got out of my school uniform, sitting in my room reading something, maybe homework, my door ajar. I heard Tommy come upstairs fast. As he was going to his room next to mine, he went, 'Me, Phil! You there?' and I called out to him that I was. I heard him go into his room, and right after that, the bathroom shower going, so knew he was showering. Even with no secrets between us, we didn't ever go into each other's rooms without knocking. Just a little later, Tommy knocked and came into mine, shutting the door behind him. His hair was still a bit wet. He had on a pair of boxers. That apart, he was naked and in bare feet. He was carrying a glass of water, setting it down on my bedside table. Coming over to where I was sitting and standing close behind me, so close for me to feel the heat off him through my T-shirt, he put his hands on my shoulders, rubbing them. I didn't say anything, just turned my head and grinned up at him, enjoying being massaged. 'Here's a question for you, Phil, straight off. Still want me to suck your cock?' I stood up and turned round to face him, saying something like, 'Mmh! You bet I do. Thought you might have forgotten'. When I got changed that time, I hadn't put anything on under my trackie bottoms, and my cock was stiffening inside them as I stood up & turned to face him. He sat down on the side of my bed, pulling me close to where he was sitting, and in between his knees, putting a hand over the bulge my cock was making, and then pulling the pants I had on all the way down to my ankles. I kicked them right off, taking off my socks as well, but still with the T-shirt on. It only came to just below my belly-button, with my hard cock standing up at an angle,just touching it. Tommy waved for me to lose the T-shirt, so I took it off, dropping it on the floor. I was shivering a bit, not because I was feeling cold, but more like excited & nervous. He stretched out both hands. One went under my balls. The other went flat against my belly just above my cock. It was quivering, my skin all the way back. He kept on stroking my balls. Leaning forward and pulling my cock down from where it was up at angle close to my belly, he licked the head of it. I couldn't keep from gasping. It felt lovely. Taking hold of it, he licked the the underside of my cock again & again, running his tongue over my balls before sucking them into his mouth. And when he moved his head closer, taking my cock slowly all the way into his mouth until his lips went right up against my hairs, it felt even better. With one hand, he drew my skin all the way forward a few times, putting his tongue down inside. I was just standing there while he did it, shaking all over with excitement. Looking down, I could see he was getting really hard. His cock was poking a long way out from the slit in his boxers. He went on sucking me steadily, with my cock going all the way in & out of his mouth. I had both hands on his head, like I was trying to get my cock further in there. Tommy stopped for a moment, working my skin backwards & forwards with his fingers. 'Yes! Just tasted pre-cum. Feel anything different happening?' I nodded breathlessly. Something was changing. He got the fingers of one hand under my balls again, running them over the place where there is that hard ridge of muscle, and rubbing me down there, never letting up with sucking my cock. I felt things building; the tightening of everything and that special kind of lovely sharp feeling as the spunk comes rushing up, only a split second before it comes shooting out. I still had both hands on Tommy's head, and I only managed to say 'Oh, here it comes! Now!' as he went on sucking hard. The waves of feeling as the spunk spurted out of me were so fierce that my legs were shaking, going all weak at the knees. Tommy had got both hands round my backside, gripping me there, and I still had my hands on his head, otherwise I'm sure I would have fallen forwards. He swallowed, made like a choking noise, and then swallowed again & again, going on sucking until I was finished. I was standing there with my eyes shut, breathing & panting like our dog does, with my brother sitting there on my bed, a grin on his face, and that big cock of his sticking out of his boxers. Even after that, my cock hadn't gone completely soft. He gave it a few more sucks, very gently, and then drew my skin all the way forward again. I sat down on the bed beside him, and only then I knew why he'd fetched that glass of water. He let me drink some, and then he had some, badly needing a drink after swallowing my spunk, telling me how he'd nearly choked when the first burst hit the back of his throat. 'Don't know how so much could come out of you, Phil. When was the last time you had a wank?' When I told him I'd wanked twice only the day before that, he just sniggered, putting an arm round my shoulder and shaking his head. I don't think he believed me about wanking twice the day before he did that for me, but it was like I was just full of it, non-stop. "What happened after that, Phil?" "Right after? He sat there with me on my bed for something around 10 minutes, us two talking about just what I don't remember. I think he wanted to be sure I was feeling OK. When he got up off my bed he still had a real big hard-on. It was sticking up over the waistband of his boxers by a couple of inches anyway. Tommy went back to his own room, probably to have a wank. I was sweaty after all that, so I grabbed a towel round my waist and went to have a shower and drank a lot more water. Tommy told me sometime before that always to drink plenty of water as soon as possible after loss of spunk,like it would make up for lost body fluid. I felt really relaxed after that. I slept specially well that night." "So, getting him to do that sounds like a great experience. On a scale of 1 to 10, what would you give it?" "Oh, 10 plus, nothing short of bloody marvellous, that's the truth." "Did you ever ask him to do it again?" "No, Jamie, never did. If I'd asked him, he would have agreed, that's definite, but it was something like not wanting to make a nuisance of myself by just catching him on his own and keeping on asking him to do it again. All these wanks you & me had together were fine, and a lot of fun. All that spunk wasted. What a thought!" "Just one thing, Phil. Ever wondered just how your brother seemed to know exactly what he was doing when he sucked you off? Reckon he'd done it before, or maybe he'd had his cock sucked?" "Wow! Never even thought about that until now. You might be right, but who could he have done it with? He had plenty of mates at school, Jamie." "Was there any of them like kind of special?" "Only one like that I can remember, a hockey team-mate, Indian, would have been the same age as him, classmates. Tommy always called him Sammy. Didn't ever know his real Indian name. I met him lots of times when he came to ours with Tommy." "What did they do when he came there with him?" "Mostly, they both disappeared into Tommy's room. When I was in mine, I heard them listening to music and laughing." "Well, could be wrong, but my guess is that they sucked each other off, maybe more than once. That's how your brother knew how to do it." "Any regrets, Phil?" "Regrets? No! Why should I? I enjoyed that one time when my brother sucked me off and it's something I'm going to remember for a long time. To be honest, maybe he enjoyed sucking me off as much as I enjoyed getting sucked. About him fucking me? No, told you before how Tommy once started to apologise when we were both older, and I said to him that he had no need to say sorry. I did it willingly. Oh! Maybe one regret, but I'd got over that by the time I was 18. I used to feel pissed off that my cock never got anywhere as long & thick as his. The size my balls soon grew to was OK, and mine's a perfectly good-sized cock, just over 6" when I get hard, the same as yours is, if my memory serves me well." We had another laugh at all that. (End)