From: discovery@technologist.com Subject: The Ballad of Chris and Robert (b/b) Date: Mon, 27 Apr 1998 08:02:19 GMT Organization: Disorganisation, Inc Reply-To: discovery@technologist.com **Disclaimer: This story is completely fictional. Any names * given in this story are completely imaginary although some * characters are based on actual people. The events described * here never took place and any similarities to actual * occurrences are completely coincidental. If you are offended * by sexual relationships between teenage males, you should * probably not read this. I would include a clause here about * under-aged people viewing this document but those of them that * get this far aren't going to stop here. Use good judgment. Comments to discovery@technologist.com. Flames will be ignored, of course. The Ballad of Chris and Robert ============================= Chapter One - We meet our heroes, and Robert gets an extra Biology lesson ================================================================== IT was one of those oddly sunny afternoons that sometimes come at the end of October in England, just before the chill of winter settles in. The two boys walked slowly home from school. If their houses had been another half mile from the school, the county would have provided them with a bus pass; as it was, they had to walk. On a day like this it was no real hardship, but later in the year it could get really unpleasant. They would get home drenched and shivering, and have to strip off straightaway and get into warmer clothes. Both boys were eleven, and had started at their new school in September. It was a much bigger school than the primary schools they had attended before, with almost twelve hundred boys aged between eleven and sixteen on the rolls. Unusually, although it was a state school, it was single sex, with a parallel girls' school across the road. The school arranged its classes by academic ability, and so each class was a mixture of boys from all the different feeder schools in the town. Both Chris and Robert were in the top form, and each was the only one who had made it into the elite group from their respective schools; Chris had been to primary school in the town; Robert and his parents had only moved there the summer before. As the other boys tended to mix with their friends, the two loners had effectively been forced into each other's company. Very soon they were inseparable companions, sharing a sense of humour and a cynical attitude to life. Usually in any pair there is a leader and a follower, but with Chris and Robert it would be hard to tell which was which. Chris, slightly the younger was a studious looking boy with fair curly hair, pale skin, a battered pair of glasses and a total inability to keep anything tidy, whether it was his room, his clothes or his schoolwork. Robert was slightly taller with a long almost horselike face. His dark brown hair hung in an untidy fringe over his eyes, except when he performed his trick of rubbing it, backwards, against his scalp. This would make it stick straight out like an awning until gravity eventually pulled it back down over his forehead. For an audience of other eleven year olds, this was highly prized entertainment. Although both boys were really bright and could, when they tried, shine amongst the others in their class, they were typical eleven year olds and would usually find any excuse to put off homework and other boring stuff. They were at the age when the possibilities of teenage life can be clearly seen, but not yet experienced - perhaps that is not quite true. There was still an element of fantasy and imagination in their musings about what their older friends were up to. For two imaginative young men like Chris and Robert, providing their own input in this way was not much of a problem. As they rounded the corner from Saddler's Drive into Coventry Avenue they were considering one of the boys in the fifth year, Ian Wheeler. The two younger boys were fascinated by the physical development of their seniors and were impatient for the same things to start happening to them. That afternoon they had a sports period whilst the fifth year class had been in the gym. Afterwards the two groups shared the one changing room which gave the younger boys plenty of chances to see the way the older boys were changing, in every sense of the word. Ian was a chunky, muscular boy who was a prop-forward on the school's first rugby fifteen. He had a dark, tough-looking heavy-boned face and looked very grown up beside some of his slighter classmates. To the two eleven-year-olds, he was practically an adult. "Did you see Ian today?" Chris asked Robert. "Boy heck did I" replied Robert. "He's huge, isn't he? Do you think he's used it?" "Bound to have done. Don't you think he looks the sort of guy who would have a girlfriend." "Yeah, I know what you mean. And with that thing of his he'd be able to do it all right." To the two boys, a sex meant a girlfriend, and sex was the only reason for having a girlfriend. There not being any girls at school, neither had found any way of putting this into practice yet. They walked on a bit further. Robert spoke next: "You know Peter Harris?" "Yeah? What about him?" "I got a look at his today. He's almost as big as Ian - I reckon it's four inches." Robert was really excited - this was a boy their own age, not one of the older gods. Maybe there was hope for them yet. "No way!" Chris was sceptical. "You sure he wasn't getting stiff?" "Nope. It was hanging down right in front of his balls. He was flopping it around drying it with the towel. It was real thick, but still soft." "Jeez. Four inches? Lucky beggar." Chris knew that when soft he was still only just over an inch long; he'd have been hard put to make four inches fully hard. Chris had in fact been getting fully hard more and more often recently. Like all the other boys, he'd had a brief course of sex education at school, so he knew that when his penis became erect, it was ready to be inserted into a woman's vagina and to shoot out semen; he really wanted this to happen, and so when he'd been having a bath he'd tried holding it in different positions, squeezing it, trying to make some sperm come out. He was of course still too young for this to happen: but one evening when he had been squeezing his penis it had started to feel tickly and something had made him carry on squeezing and rubbing it a bit. Very soon his whole body jerked as he came to his first dry orgasm. Chris was a scholarly boy, when he wanted to be, and although he guessed that his body was trying to shoot out sperms that just weren't there yet, he'd never heard that this was possible while you were on your own. A quick furtive trip to the local library turned up a couple of reasonably good books for teenagers about sex, and from this Chris deduced that what he was doing was called "Masturbation". Apparently it was very common, which puzzled Chris because, as far as he knew, none of his sex-obsessed friends knew anything about it. Since then, Chris had tried to repeat the sensation many times, and had worked out his own, decidedly individual, method: he would grip the base of his erect penis between the second and third fingers of his left hand and rub the tip (still covered by the foreskin) with the fingers of his right hand. It probably wouldn't have worked for anyone other than an eleven-year old boy, but eleven year old boys are notoriously easy to get to orgasm. Robert was Chris's best friend, and Chris had decided to let him in on the secret. Maybe this was the time to raise the subject. "Rob?" "Yeah?" "What would you say if I said there's a way that you can make it feel like you're having sex, but not really do it?" "Cor -- I'd say 'how'?" "Promise not to tell anyone?" "Yeah, yeah, sure. Now tell!" "You kind of--I dunno--massage your penis - look, it's easier to show you than tell you." "Go on then." "I can't, not here in the street you idiot! Come on back to my house - my Mum won't be back for an hour or so." "Great." The two boys hurried on as best they could, given that by now they were both sporting erections that tented the fronts of their school uniform trousers. It wasn't far to Chris's house. Chris let himself in with his key, and then carefully checked in the garden, the kitchen and the other rooms to make sure that his mother wasn't back unexpectedly early. Once he was satisfied that the coast was clear, the two boys clattered up the stairs to Chris's bedroom. "Jeez I want to do this so bad, I can't wait any longer!" Chris muttered as he closed the door. Robert didn't really understand why his friend was so desperate to "massage his penis" like he had said, but he picked up some of the other boy's excitement. "Go on man, show me!" "OK, I'll go first and then you can do it." Robert noticed a tape recorder lying discarded on the floor. One of his party pieces was to imitate the commentators at soccer and cricket matches, and so he grasped the microphone and turned the tape on. Putting on a deep voice with a Hampshire accent he began. "Well, it's good to welcome you here this afternoon to the bedroom of Christopher Stratton. The weather is fine and conditions are looking good. Today Chris Stratton is going to massage his penis. This should be good. "And there now we see him, just as we've seen him so many times before in the showers undoing the buckle of his belt and pushing his trousers down. We can see his underpants now - I do believe they're Marks and Spencer brand, good equipment there - and my goodness I think this youngster's already getting excited about what he's going to do today. "Now the question we're all asking ourselves is this. Will Stratton be sticking it out of the hole, or is he going to take down his underpants as well? And, yes there we have the answer: the pants are down. He negotiated that tricky point where he had to get them over the end of his penis and they're now down around his ankles. We can see his penis standing there with his balls hanging below. Two balls left." He sniggered and continued. "I reckon that penis is standing at about eight centimetres but I'm sure it's going to put on a big show for us today. This boy's got a classical foreskin still hiding the end of the weapon. Really a beautiful sight. Now, Stratton's taking his grip. He's holding it next to his body in his left hand - we know Stratton has always batted left-handed - and he's beating the end of it with his right hand. Look at this boy's action. He's really giving it a workout flogging it as though he's only got one thing in mind." Robert could see that his friend was really getting into what he was doing, and Chris was starting to stroke his tool like he was possessed. Robert himself was starting to get excited too, and he reached inside his own trousers to place his own erect penis where it would be more comfortable, up against his body rather than where it had been, pointing down by his leg. As he touched his own tool, he got a pleasant shiver in his middle. Chris was now intent on only one thing: driving his prick to another jolting orgasm. It was great having Robert, by now open mouthed and silent, watching his performance as he beat his meat ever harder and quicker. Chris hadn't learned yet that sometimes orgasm could be delayed; for him, the faster, the better. His right hand blurred as it moved faster and faster over the end of his battered but still totally rigid member. The muscles in his forearm were starting to ache, but he was so close! Just a little longer, yes, Yes, YES. "Uh--uh--uh--UURGH!" Suddenly Chris's body jerked as his orgasm took over. After the initial spasm, he stopped his punishment of his engorged weapon and began stroking it gently as it jerked, again and again, as the waves of sexual pleasure receded. To Robert of course the whole thing was mystifying. All he had seen was his best friend apparently beating the crap out of his penis and then twitching a bit. He couldn't quite see why Chris seemed to be making such a big issue out of it. "That's it". Chris was panting slightly from his exertions. "Your turn now." "OK," said Robert, a bit doubtful. "That looked as if it hurt though." "Nah, it's the best. Go on, try it!" Chris watched as Robert dropped first his trousers and then his underpants. The other boy's penis was a little bit longer than Chris's own, and when it was erect the foreskin didn't quite cover it fully, the way Chris's did. It also stuck out at a higher angle than Chris's, almost flat up against Robert's stomach. "What do I do now?" "Rub it." "Do I have to rub it the same way you did?" "I guess not. Just do whatever feels good to you." Robert started out trying what Chris had shown him, but quickly concluded that rubbing his fingers across the tip of his penis was too painful - he didn't have the tip completely covered like Chris did! "Chris?" "Yeah?" "If I was really having sex with a woman, I'd be pushing it in and out of her vagina, wouldn't I?" "Yeah." "So shouldn't I be pushing in and out of something now? I want to try something else." Robert thought for a moment, then curved the fingers of his right hand round so they formed a very loose fist. He put this round his penis and started moving it up and down. At first, he was just brushing the skin, but soon he tightened his grip and was moving all the loose skin on his penis with his hand. The top of his penis popped in and out of the foreskin with each stroke. Quickly, Robert settled into a rhythm, wanting to find out just what it was that his friend thought was so great about massaging penises. It was going to feel like sex did, huh? He kept rubbing away, waiting for something to happen. Chris watched his best friend experiment for the first time with masturbation. It was the first time he had ever got a good look at another boy's penis fully erect; there had been a couple of times in the school showers when he thought one or other of his classmates had started to get hard, but they'd always hidden behind a towel or something. Robert's dick was right there inches away from him and he found the sight of his best friend masturbating was making him keen to have another go himself. He looked down at his own penis for a second, and noticed that it was already hard again. "Are you feeling good yet?" Chris found it difficult to tell whether Robert was getting close to an orgasm or not. "I dunno, it's kind of weird, like--" suddenly Robert's voice stopped. His eyes widened and his right hand, which had been keeping a steady rhythm going up and down his penis, suddenly stepped up a gear. He held his breath whilst he made the final few strokes and then let it go, explosively, as his whole body jerked as he came for the first time ever. "Oh man, that was awesome. I've never felt anything like that before, ever!" Robert gasped as he fought to get his breath back. "Do you do that a lot?" "Every day, at least once." "How often can you do it like that?" "I dunno. I don't think there's any limit. Why, do you want to do it again?" "Sure." Robert looked down at Chris's straining four-incher. You do, don't you?" "So do you!" It was true. Despite the short time, Robert's recently-abused tool was already rearing for another go. "I will if you will." "Together this time? Let's see who gets there first!" "You're on!" Robert gleefully accepted the challenge and attacked his own dick with vigor. At first the two boys concentrated on their own equipment; Chris watching how his four inches of rock hard flesh jerked around under his frantic hand, Robert marvelling at how his no less hard four and a half inches could give him so much unanticipated pleasure. Gradually though, both boys found their eyes being drawn to what was going on in each others' laps. Robert's eyes locked on Chris's penis; Chris gazed at Robert's. Both boys were thinking the same thing; both hands moved at the same instant. Almost without missing a beat, Chris's left hand was working on Robert's tool, Robert's right hand on Chris's. The two boys smiled at each other, a bit embarrassed, but neither wanting to stop. They stood up, facing each other, and continued to work away at their tasks. Closer and closer both boys neared their orgasm; Robert's second ever, Chris's first of the afternoon. Each wanted to bring the other off; each wanted to feel the rush of a fiery climax in his own body. The result was two blurred hands on two very stiff, battered dicks. "Getting' close?" "Yeah. You?" "Uh huh. Oh, jeez, Yeah. YEAH!" "Me too--UUURRGHHH!" The two boys orgasmed almost simultaneously, Robert maybe a second or two in the lead. For each of them, the force of their first climax at another's hand took them by surprise. Chris staggered and, as his trousers were still around his ankles, fell against Robert, knocking him backwards onto the bed, where Chris fell on top of him. The two rock hard boy-penises, still jerking in orgasm touched and then rubbed together, prolonging the mutual pleasure. Neither boy moved for quite a while whilst their dicks softened but remained pressed closely together. "Chris?" "Wha?" "Get up, I can't breathe." "Oh, sorry." Chris pushed himself upright and looked down at his now limp cock, then at Robert, still lying on the bed. "That was," he swallowed "awesome. I've never had it feel like that before." Almost reluctantly, he started to pull up his pants and trousers. "You were right. We gonna do it again?" "I don't think I could, not right now." "Me neither! I meant, some other time." "Sure." Chris reached down and touched Robert's penis gently. "Bet you never thought it'd make ya feel that good, huh?" "No way man. Thanks!" Robert pulled up his briefs and tucked his tool away inside almost reverently. He'd just had a whole new universe of sensation opened up to him, and it was going to take some time to come to terms with it. He was lucky, he reasoned, to have a friend like Chris who could point him in the right direction. He pulled up his grey school trousers, and zipped up the fly. There was nothing to show that the two schoolboys were doing anything other than idly talking together. Nothing to show that a few seconds earlier they had each been single-mindedly intent on sharing youthful sexual pleasure, their fit bodies straining in orgasm, each boy's erection throbbing in response to the hand of the other. Chapter Two - If you go down to the woods today, be sure of a big surprise... ================================================================= The next day at school also included a period of games. The rule at Derriford High was that everyone had to strip right down before putting on shorts and a soccer shirt, and everyone had to shower. The first week or so of school this had meant some embarrassment for some of the boys who had never been completely naked in front of anyone outside their family. But that soon passed, and the boys now stripped off without any concern. Oh, sure, there were covert glances as they checked out each others' equipment, that was only natural and healthy, but mostly they accepted it as part of life. As usual, Chris and Robert tried to find a place on the benches big enough for them both to change. Chris started to tug his clothes off at the usual breakneck speed, but Rob, for once, seemed reluctant. "What's the matter?" "Aw, nothing." Rob started to unbutton his shirt. When he got to his underpants, he turned to the wall. "Are you OK?" "YES. Get off my case, will you?" and Robert pulled down his pants quickly, but couldn't hide the wince that crossed his young face. As it was autumn, the boys were to play rugby, and they ran out onto the pitch. Playing rugby properly requires a certain strength of build that is not often found in pre-pubescent boys, and the games usually degenerated into pileups with every boy grabbing and holding whatever he could in the hope it would be the ball. After one of these pileups cleared, Robert was left lying on the ground. The games master, Mr Edwards, trotted over. "What happened?" "I got someone's knee between my legs, sir. It really hurts." The games teacher was sympathetic. "You'd better go back inside then. I don't suppose you really want to go on running around, and the game'll be over in a few minutes. Can you walk?" "I'm not sure, sir. I'll try." Chris had come over to see what was affecting his friend. Mr Edwards told him to go back with Robert to see that he was OK. The two boys walked back to the changing rooms, one limping slightly. When they got back into the warm, Robert pulled down his shorts and the two boys inspected the damage. Chris looked closely at his mate's balls, but there didn't seem to be anything wrong; no blood or bruising. But Chris also saw the state of Robert's dick! His best friend's tool was red and there was even a patch of raw skin. The foreskin was swollen and looked very sore indeed. Chris looked up at Rob's face. "What happened to this? It looks like you've stuck it in a grater!" Robert immediately turned beet-red. "It was last night when I went to bed. I couldn't forget what we did and it wouldn't go soft. So I did it again and again. It felt alright then, but when I woke up this morning it was like this. It hurts, man!" Chris tried not to smile, mostly successfully. "I guess you'd better lay off the wanking for a while, mate. Come on, lets get showered before the other guys come back". The two boys headed for the shower. Just as they turned the water on, they heard the door of the changing rooms open again. Not the return of the whole class, just one boy. They heard him strip off and walk towards the shower. It was Peter. "Oh, hi. You OK, Rob?", he asked. "Yeah, just got someone's knee in my nuts. What about you?" "Got sent off for a high tackle on Armstrong. Bastard's such a runt that any tackle's going to be high on him, but, shit, I didn't want to play any more anyway". He began to soap himself down. The two other boys watched him. Peter was the same age, but very different in appearance as boys often are at the brink of puberty. He was 3 or 4 inches taller than Robert, broad shouldered and with muscular legs. He had dirty blond hair that fell in a cowlick over his forehead. The thing all the boys noticed about Peter, whilst of course ostentatiously not noticing, was his penis and testicles. It wasn't that Peter was mature: he still didn't have any pubic hair, and his voice hadn't begun to break. But even so, his penis was envied by all the other boys. It hung down in front of a dangling set of balls. If he walked naked, it swung from side to side. Most of the other boys just had little pricklets that just stuck out above a small featureless sac. Peter glanced across at Robert and saw his battered penis. He echoed Chris's comment almost word for word: "Jeez, what happened to that thing? You get it caught in something?" "You saw what happened. I got kneed." "Oh yeah. Nasty." Robert braced himself for the expected joke about how he shouldn't play with his dick so much, but the explanation seemed to satisfy Peter, who carried on washing around his genitals to all appearances completely innocent of how a penis might come to be in the sorry state that Robert's currently enjoyed. Rob relaxed, and the three boys left the shower and got dressed. The sports period was the last one of the day, and so when they had dressed there was no real reason for the three boys to hang around any longer. So just as the other boys were starting to come in from the game, they walked out of the gate together. "Not on your bike today, Pete?" Chris knew that Peter normally rode home. "Got a puncture last night and couldn't fix it" the taller boy replied. "I'll get some patches tomorrow." As they walked along, they talked idly of this and that, of tomorrow's big soccer game (United vs Liverpool) and the unfair amount of homework they were getting. Peter seemed to be rather nervous, until he blurted out: "Can I ask you two something?" "Sure", they said, more or less together. "And you won't tell anyone?" "Course not. What is it?" "Well, it's like this. You two are pretty brainy, and I thought you might be able to explain something I heard. I was talking to Mike Shannon today, and he got mad and called me a" his voice dropped "fucking wanker". I asked him what a wanker was, and he just laughed and said I wasn't obviously wasn't old enough to know. Do you know what it is?" "It's another word for someone who masturbates" offered Chris. Pete still looked puzzled. Rob grinned slyly. "Maybe it's better if we show you." Both Chris and Peter looked doubtfully at Rob, but for different reasons. Peter still didn't have a clue what Rob was talking about, but Chris did and worried what his friend had in mind. Rob could be impulsive even by the standards of an 11-year old, and Chris could see trouble ahead. But, what the fuck, he'd go along. To get from the school grounds to the housing estate on which the boys lived there were two routes. You could follow the road all the way, or you could cut through "The Wood" - actually a small area of abandoned land between the playing fields and the allotments. Rob led the other two boys along the path into The Wood, but then turned off into a thick clump of bushes. As soon as all the other two had made it through the bushes, he caught Chris's eye. As one boy, the two friends pulled the zips on their trousers down and pulled out their rapidly hardening cocks. Rob seemed to have forgotten how sore his had been as he started stroking it, first slowly coaxing it to full hardness, then more vigorously. Peter's eyes practically bugged out of their sockets. "What are you doing?", he said, so taken aback that his voice was practically a squeak. His eyes flicked from Chris's crotch to Rob's and back again, fascinated by his first sight of a boy doing what boys down the ages have done: demanding pleasure from their own penises. Chris grinned at Peter. "You wanted to know what wanking was. This is it, man. You play with it like this, and then suddenly you'll feel the best thing you've ever felt." "It's wild, Pete," Rob added in encouragement. "Go on, try it. Copy what we're doing." Instinctively, the two active masturbators slowed down so as not to climax too soon. They could see the front of Peter's grey trousers start to bulge, but still their friend made no move to free what lay under the cloth. Chris knew that he just needed some encouragement. Taking his hand from his own dick which throbbed angrily at being abandoned, he moved next to Peter and placed his hand gently over the point where Peter's bulge was most pronounced. He started to rub it in a gentle circular motion. Peter swallowed convulsively, but didn't object. Not interrupting his rubbing motion for a second, Chris used his free hand to start working Peter's zipper down. When it was all the way over the bulge and his fly was fully open, Chris reached his hand inside and pulled Peter's semi-erect dick into the light. As if it was waking from slumber, the liberated weapon began to stretch and grow. Without any further help from Chris's hand, it swelled and rose, bigger and bigger. Both Chris and Rob were still now, transfixed by what had emerged from their friend's pants. Fully seven inches it reared up, nearly twice the length of Chris or Robert, and at least twice as thick. There were many adult men who would have been proud to own the magnificent erection that this eleven year old could raise. "Wow" Rob said finally. That's big." Chris could only nod. "Is it?" asked Peter. "I've never seen another one hard, only my own." "Er--I think so" stammered Chris, temporarily losing his usual poise. "Yeah, it's big. Definitely". He felt like he should do something to the magnificent thing - worship it or something. "Can I touch it?" "I guess so" said Peter, doubtfully. Almost reverently, Chris gently gripped the big rod. His hand couldn't close about the shaft, but he could grip it. Slowly he started to stroke it up and down, gently freeing the foreskin which pulled back and forth from the helmet. When Peter's helmet was finally freed of its confining sheath of skin, it swelled even further out, shiny and purple, flaring from it's blunt point back to a ridge that was maybe half as thick again as the shaft. Chris continued to work on it. "Feel good yet?" "Yeah, it's starting to." Chris changed his tempo a bit, quickening and lengthening his strokes. Dimly he was aware that Robert had resumed jerking on his own penis. Suddenly, just putting his hand on Peter's cock wasn't anything like enough for him. Quickly, before Peter could stop him, he dropped to his knees in front of the bigger boy and started licking it, then quickly took the knob into his mouth (he had to open all the way) and began to bob his head up and down. Rob couldn't believe his eyes. Watching his best mate, who only yesterday had introduced him to the world of sex, mouth-fucking another boy who up till them he had only admired from a distance was just about blowing all his fuses. It was easily the hottest thing he had ever seen. Hastily he grabbed between his legs and started wanking again. Peter's fuses were nearing danger point too. Until this moment, sex had been something he'd heard about but never applied to himself, and now there was another boy greedily slurping his dick into his mouth. The feeling was incredible as Chris suctioned his chopper in and out of his stretched mouth. Chris couldn't quite believe what he was doing either. He'd heard that there was something called oral sex, but he'd never thought about how it might be done or thought about doing it himself. But it seemed the right thing to do just then, and instinctively he'd known it was what Peter needed. What he hadn't realised was just how good it felt to have a big dick pistoning in and out of his lips and rubbing over his tongue. He let one hand drop to his still-stiff member and started jacking on it using the same rhythm as he used on Peter's now slick and wet cock. Peter didn't know what to expect, but slowly the pressure started to build inside his middle. His instincts took over and he grabbed the back of Chris's curly head and forced the other boy to work to the rhythm he needed. Faster and faster he pulled Chris onto his cock as the tension built, and then with one last jerk of his arms, he pulled Chris towards him as his groin began to spasm with his first shuddering orgasm. Despite the impressive size of his penis, Peter hadn't yet really started on puberty. The big gun still had no ammunition to fire, but that made no difference to the sensation flooding through Peter right then. His knees bent and he fought to remain standing. His hands locked on Chris's head and his hips continued to jam his dick into the other boy's willing mouth. His panting became animal grunting as his body tried to squirt out the semen it was still too young to make. Chris instinctively fought to get away, but Peter was beyond caring, using Chris as a receptacle for his throbbing tool until his cumming subsided. Chris's instincts were divided. On the one hand he struggled reflexively to break Peter's mad hold on his head, but equally he was made incredibly horny by the animal passion that Peter was showing. Still kneeling. the curly haired boy still jerked spasmodically on his own still rigid tool, his eyes locked on Peter in the throes of his first orgasm. It didn't take long, and soon Chris's body began to buck and jerk as his own climax took over. "AAARGGGHHH" he shouted as he went over the edge. A sudden wave of pleasure hit him, and his penis became too sensitive to touch. He bowed over it, panting, still trying to get his breath back after his orgasm and Pete's astounding mouth-fucking. Rob had been watching his two horny friends go to it and beat his meat all the while. The sight of Pete's oversize chopper raping Chris's willing mouth was so hot, and then watching both boys toss and jerk in mutual orgasm was even better. A few short seconds after Chris exploded in pleasure, Rob followed him. He also couldn't keep from crying out as sexual pleasure engulfed him. As soon as he could get his breath back, Chris looked slyly at Peter and said: "Now do you understand what wanking is?" "Yeah, but that was more than just wanking, wasn't it? We were having sex, weren't we?" Peter didn't sound very worried about this. "I guess so. Anyway, it was awesome. You are one horny--" Suddenly, Chris stopped talking. Out of the corner of his eye, he'd caught sight of some movement, almost as if there was a fourth person there in the bushes with them. He called out. "Anyone there?" There was a sudden rustling and snapping of twigs, and then the sound of someone running away very fast. The three eleven-year olds quickly pulled up their underpants and trousers in fright. Their dicks quickly lost any remaining hardness and resumed their normal flaccid length. As soon as they could, they ran after the sound, but it was too late. There was no-one to be seen. "Jeez, if someone saw what you were doing and tells, you're toast," whispered Rob. "What we were doing?" asked Chris, indignantly. Your dick was out too, and it was your idea!" "OK, OK, we're all for it. Who do you think it was?" But none of the boys had seen anyone. In the end it was Peter who made the most sense. "Look, we can't do anything about it now. Maybe it was just some kid playing - we don't know he saw anything. So let's go home and forget about it for now." But his slight smile and the way he was gently rubbing the front of his trousers suggested that Peter Harris would not forget this walk through The Wood for a long time to come.