Date: Mon, 1 Jun 2020 17:31:52 +0100
From: Robert Thomson <alanussr@gmail.com>
Subject: TERRY AND PETER

alanussr@gmail.com writes

This story is almost entirely factual. It includes reference to sexual
activity involving males in their teens. Anyone likely to be offended by
such material should leave this site at once.

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TERRY AND PETER

I was usually home at my flat after work by about 6pm, but one Friday in
early summer I was home by about 4.30. Some builders were at work on an
adjacent block and were just packing up for the day. There was scaffolding
in place, and a chute leading to a skip in the street, a lot of dust in the
air. There were two men and a much younger lad.

As I opened my street door, the lad was passing. He said something like
"Hi! That your flat in there? Could you let me see it sometime?" He was
really filthy, covered in dust, very short fair hair cut in a daft Mohican
way, cheeky grin, a clear complexion, round face with small sticking-out
ears. He was wearing old cut-off jeans, and a T-shirt with its arms ripped
off, showing strong arms. I asked why he wanted to see my flat, and not
really wanting to let him in.  "Would it be OK once I got home and had a
wash? Live just in that street behind your block." Hoping he'd go away and
forget all about it, I said maybe, some other time. He grinned and went
off.

It was only next afternoon, a Saturday, when there was a ring at my
entryphone.  A voice said `It's me, Terry from yesterday. Can I come in?'
It took me a moment to remember who he was. I let him in, waiting at my
flat door for him to appear from the lift.  Same grin, but he looked a lot
cleaner: clean jeans & trainers, clean T-shirt with prominent nipples
showing through. We shook hands. I let him sit down on the settee in my
living room while I fetched cans of cold soft drinks from the kitchen, then
sat down on another chair while he drank from the can, ignoring the glass
I'd brought for him.

Terry was 17.  He was being paid cash in hand to work for the two builders.
I asked him why so curious to see my flat. That just made him want to see
all over it: my kitchen, my bedroom, the bathroom and my spare bedroom.
Both bedrooms had only single beds in them.  He went `Not much room in beds
like them.  Me & my brother, the two of us share a big double bed, plenty
of room.'  I asked how old his brother was. `Peter, he's 14, be 15 in
November.'  `So he's still at school?' `Sure, not far away, same school as
mine, just that I got thrown out'.

`Thrown out? What for, Terry?'  `For fighting, that's what. Same year as
me, full of himself he was. Black hair all over, legs and all and didn't
wash enough. Forever taking the piss when we were getting changed for PE or
volleyball just because he had plenty of hair around his ugly cock. Mine
was so fair that it was hard to see & I didn't have much of it.  Wasn't as
strong as I am now, what with working on building sites. Still, broke his
right arm, and gave him a good kick in the bollocks. He had to go straight
to hospital to get his arm fixed. Another boy from the school told me how
they'd had to take one of his balls out.  What with a broken arm and only
one ball, probably kept him off wanking for a while.  I was near 16 when I
got thrown out. Never went back.'  I listened to this story in silence. I
didn't doubt that it was true.  We sat for a while just chatting about this
& that. `Could I come again another time?  Maybe bring my brother along?' I
replied in a non-committal kind of way. He left after a couple of hours,
grinning back at me as he went.

Maybe two weeks after that, on a Friday, there was another ring at my
entryphone. This time it was Terry again and his brother with him. I waited
at my flat door to see what the brother looked like. Close behind Terry, it
looked like he'd just come straight from school, dumping his small backpack
on a little table by my phone.  He had on a white shirt outside what were
obviously school trousers, and black shoes. Terry said `'His last day of
school before summer holidays.'  I shook Peter's hand. They both sat down
on the sofa, while I fetched yet more cans of cold soft drinks. Peter was
having a good look at the books & other stuff I had in the room.

When they were sitting there having a drink, I had a closer look at him.
He had longish fair hair, curling down at the back of his neck, really blue
eyes, long fair eyelashes and the same clear complexion as Terry.  A
thought went through my head that although Peter was definite jail-bait,
there were several unscrupulous friends who would love to get him into
bed. The two of them were quite alike in their faces. Making conversation,
I asked Peter what his hobbies were.  He said `Swimming, I really like
that.'  Terry added' Yeah, that and getting wanked!' Peter shot him a
glance like to kill him. I said nothing.  After a little more chat, I
showed Peter the rest of my flat. They left together after almost an
hour. I was to see no more of Peter for several months, but Terry turned
out to be another matter.

On another Friday, it was something like 8pm when Terry turned up again,
asking to be let in.  Like before, he was looking very clean & tidy, I had
only just finished my supper & done the washing up. Fetching soft drinks,
the two of us sat chatting until I realised that it was after 10 pm. When I
suggested that he should go home, I was taken aback when he went 'Couldn't
I stay?' Making to get my spare room ready, that was when he said, `No, I'd
be OK about getting in with you.'  `You sure about that, Terry?  There's
not much room in my bed, and I sleep naked.'  `If we lie close, there'll be
room enough and anyway, Peter & me, the two of us always sleep
naked. Pyjamas is just something more to be washed.' He'd obviously made up
his mind, so I let him have a pee, wash his hands & face, then stripped
off, sitting on the edge of my bed while he got undressed, folding his
clothes neatly on a chair before turning to face me naked.

With all his clothes off, I saw that he was more strongly built than I had
noticed. Strong legs, tight looking balls, long cock with skin right over
its end, fuzz of curly fair hair around it, noticeably prominent nipples,
not a mark on him.  He was showing the signs of the start of a hard-on,
much the same as I was, He climbed over me and we lay down side by side. I
had drawn the thin curtains. He wanted me to leave the bedside light
on. `Turn down the covers, OK? What you think of my cock? ` He held it up,
with another finger under his balls. `Seems like you're proud of what
Nature gave you, Terry?'  `Why not?  Bollocks got bigger inside the last
few months.  When my cock's real hard, it's near six inches already, might
even get bigger. How about you? Can I touch?'  I let him get hold of my
cock. It had gone quite hard by then. `OK, Terry, feel, but don't wank
me. Doesn't take much, and I don't want my bed messed up.  Can we not just
get some sleep this time?' He seemed to agree. I switched the bedside light
off.  We settled down on our backs, close together. He had an arm across my
chest. He slept very quietly, no wriggling about, snoring or talking in his
sleep.

When I awoke in the morning, he was still asleep, both hands on his
balls. Tickling his feet made him wake up, rubbing his eyes.  He got out of
bed naked, his cock sticking out a bit same as we are all in the morning,
going into my bathroom to pee noisily, wash hands & face, before getting
some clothes on, only his T & boxers.  I was making tea & toast. He came
into the kitchen where I had two stools, while we ate.  `All OK last night,
Terry. Sleep well?'  `Say that again. Could I maybe stay another time?' `Up
to you. Won't your brother miss you, wonder where you were last night?'
`Never mind him. We've no secrets. I'll tell him where I was.' `Have to
leave that up to you, Terry.' After we'd finished eating, he got the rest
of his clothes on, leaving to go home at about 11am.

The next time he was back in my flat, just sitting down chatting, I asked
him about things at home.  He looked at me for a few minutes. Then he came
out with it. Their mother had gone off when he was 10. `Couldn't get on
with my dad.'  What about his dad?  `Works for Camden Council, electrical
stuff, away a lot.' `Who looks after you two?'  `We look after each other.
Peter's quite a good cook. We do all our own washing & stuff. When he's at
school, I make sure he's clean & tidy, has some brekky and gets there on
time. They make some big fuss if anyone isn't clean & tidy and has all the
things like books & PE stuff. The money I get from the builders goes to buy
us food things.  `Sounds like you two are close.' `Sure, told you, no
secrets between us, sleep in same bed ever since mum left.  Sure you won't
say anything about it, but Peter's sometimes a fucking nuisance. When I
just want to sleep, there's times he pesters me to wank him. Won't let me
be until I do it for him.  Then I have to get out of bed to get tissues or
lav paper paper to clean him up.  There's quite a lot comes out of him, but
his is still watery, something like very thin milk, not the way mine is,
big streaks, white & sticky.  To be honest, I was really surprised to hear
all that.

Over the next year or so, he stayed overnight with me maybe ten times. I
bought him a new toothbrush to leave in my bathroom to make sure he cleaned
his nice set of teeth.

There was an occasion when he was getting into my bed when I noticed a
`love bite' on one side of his neck. I said `Girlfriend do that?'  He put a
finger to the place. `Nah. It was him, my brother.'  `How's that then,
Terry?'  `Sometimes gets a bit wild in bed when I'm giving him a wank, so
he does.  He licks & bites me here and all.'  He pointed to his
nipples. `Usually just bites not enough to hurt, but once he did it so hard
that he drew some blood, honest.'  `What did you do about that?' `Gave him
a dig in the balls, that's all. Said he was sorry right after. Had to put a
little round sticking plaster on it for a couple of days, then forgot all
about it until you asked. See, no mark left. They both look the same.'

The second time he stayed, he more or less begged me to wank him. It was
lucky that I turned down the bed cover well out of the way, because it took
less than ten minutes before there was squirt of thick spunk from under his
tight foreskin followed by three or four much stronger spurts landing far
up his chest. I had my fingers in the place under his balls. He liked to be
touched there. I could feel the muscle spasms as his spunk shot out.  He
lay there, blowing through his lips until no more came.  I cleaned him up
with tissues as best I could, before encouraging him to have a pee. Going
into the bathroom with him, I got hold of an old face-flannel, ran some
warm water in the basin for him to clean himself up thoroughly and have a
drink of cold water. Once we were both back in bed, he kept thanking me for
wanking him. I made up my mind to try teaching him how to last for a lot
longer than ten minutes.  We were soon asleep after all that.

On the other times he spent the night in my bed, it all depended on how we
both felt. Sometimes we just fell asleep.  At others, we wanked each
other. I showed him how to keep off from spunking for much longer, wanking
him for a bit, laying off as soon as he felt anything near to happening,
repeating the process three or four times until he couldn't hold it any
more.  When it came, he lay back with his eyes closed, gasping & licking
his lips, saying Fuck! over & over again. The result was amazing to see. A
thick spurt from under his tight foreskin was followed by certainly five or
six really strong spurts landing far up to just under his chin. I kept on
until several smaller spurts finished, just short of his belly-button.  He
was out of breath, holding onto one of my arms. Some of it was on the hand
I'd been using to wank him. I had tissues nearby to wipe my fingers, then
cleaned him up. It took plenty of tissues.  Back in the bathroom, sodden
tissues flushed away, he had a pee to make sure no spunk was left, used the
same old face-flannel to clean himself properly. Back in bed sleep soon
overtook both of us.

Some time in early November, there was a ring at my entryphone one
Saturday. When I answered, it was Terry's brother Peter. He sounded
different. When he came up to my flat, he had grown taller, still slim,
same long blond hair. When we shook hands, I realised that his voice had
changed. When I sat him down with soft drinks, I was waiting to see whether
he would drink from the can, or use the glass. He poured the can into the
glass!  He sat there having a drink or two before I asked him what made him
come to see me.  A pause. `Can I ask you something?' I nodded.  ` I know my
brother likes you, but why does he like staying the night in your bed?  I
was 15 two weeks ago.' `Haven't you asked him?'  `Not yet. Wanted to ask
you first.' `Well, Peter, does that worry you?  It was always Terry's
choice to get in with me. To be honest, I like having him in with me. He's
always been very clean, a quiet sleeper, never asked me for anything, just
seemed happy to be there. Anything else?' He seemed to think for a moment.
`Did you ever fuck him?'  What a question!  `No, Peter, never. Why should
I. Never crossed my mind. Even if he'd asked me to, I wouldn't have done
it. Whatever made you ask that?'

Another pause.  `Well, he fucked me, just the once.'  `Like to tell me
about it?' `It was about six months ago.'  `Did he force you?'  `No, he
wouldn't do that. Anyhow, he couldn't have forced me. I wasn't as strong as
he is, but quite strong, what with swimming.  He asked me to do it. I could
tell how he really wanted to. Suppose I wanted to please him, seeing how he
always looked after me.'  `Did he hurt you?'

`He didn't just shove it in, went really slowly, but right at the start,
when his cock started to go in there, it hurt something real bad. He had a
tube of something, put some on his cock & some between my legs.' `Sounds
like KY. It's a harmless lube.'  `Well, like I said, it hurt at the start,
but once he had it all inside me, it wasn't that bad. I could feel his hot
hard cock in there, and the way his balls smacked against me every time he
gave a thrust. He was on top of me with his arms under my chest. I just
kept my legs apart. Tell you the truth, my cock was hard while he was doing
it, just with being rubbed against the bed again & again.'  `How long did
he do it?'  `Couldn't have been more than 10 minutes. He was like gasping &
breathing hard.  When he came off inside me, I could feel his cock jerking,
and his warm spunk. He kept his cock in there for maybe 5 minutes then
pulled it out very slowly.'

`How did you feel after he pulled it out, Peter?' `Like a kind of relief,
but something like missing his cock being in there.'  `So it wasn't a
terrible experience?'  `No, maybe a bit scary, but I knew he wouldn't hurt
me much. Before he started, he even promised to stop if it was too much for
me.' `But you never asked him to stop?' `No, never.'  `And after it was
over?'  `Some drips of his spunk was running down the inside of one of my
legs. Both of us were real sweaty. He came into the lav with me. As soon as
I sat down on it, a lot of his spunk came out, no problem. Then we both got
under the warm shower to get properly clean, got dried off, and back into
bed to sleep.  I wasn't sore after being in the shower. Can I ask you
something else?'  I wondered what else could be on his mind. `Well, Terry
told me how you showed him the way to keep off from spunking so fast. I
tried, but I can never stop, just dying for that feeling to arrive. Don't
suppose you could teach me how?'  I shook my head. `Peter, it's only a
matter of practice. We hardly know each other. It's not for me to teach a
15-year-old stuff like that. Why not ask your brother to teach you, or put
in some practice for yourself?` Suppose you're right.  No more
questions. Thanks for the drink and answers. Terry knows I came to see you.
Know you won't tell him what we talked about.

Just one other thing. When I was here with Terry that one time, he made a
joke about how much I liked getting wanked. I could have killed him for
coming out with that. Probably you don't even remember it. Honest truth is
we promised each other when I was something like 13 that we'd never wank
except doing it for each other, not with schoolmates of mine, not with
anyone else, and we'd not do it alone by ourselves, just tell each other
when we needed to be wanked. That weird or what? He sometimes suspects that
when I go to stay over with one of my swimming mates we wank each other
like crazy. He's wrong there, so he is. If any of them want wanked, I'll do
it for them, but I never once let any of them wank me.  After our mum
stopped giving me a bath, nobody else ever touched my cock except my
brother.'  I could only be amazed how these two had stuck together. I was
sure Peter was telling the truth.

After Peter came to see me, Terry came only once more.  His usual clean &
tidy self, he was 18 by then, proud that he'd needed to shave for the first
time, his complexion still clear & unmarked.  He was unusually quiet.  Once
we were in bed, I got the story.  His dad had found a house in
Camden. Peter and his brother were going to live there.  He wanted us to
have a wank together. I couldn't refuse him, so I laid a big old towel on
my bedroom carpet. We wanked each other slowly & carefully, coming off at
exactly the same moment all over each other, very messy, but at least we
were able to get into the bathroom to clean up without any drips except on
the old towel. Back in bed, before we fell asleep, he told me that Peter
had got a place at a Camden school. He would be leaving it as soon as he
was 16, meaning to go to a college to train as a chef. I never saw Terry or
Peter again. When all this happened, I was 28-29.

(End)