Date: Thu, 14 Feb 2013 16:00:59 +0000 From: Joe Ferns Subject: Blind Faith 5b Nifty needs your donations to provide wonderful stories. Or ones like this even. Please donate if you can. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Blind Faith Chapter 5 Appendix (for the more impatient reader) This is for Scott. He'll know who he is. He wrote me complaining I was wasting his time. Made me wonder what he wanted to do with his time? But I wrote this for him since he's one of the good guys. But hey, if you like the story the way it is, DO NOT READ THIS SPOILER. **************** Ally turned his head quizzically. "You reckon Joey is serious about this kid?" "How do you mean?" asked Vern as he carefully applied lube to his cock. "You know. I mean he's a really cute kid." "True. But you just concentrate on the job on hand, eh?" As he spoke Vern began to apply generous fingerfuls of lube to the Ally ass. He worked it in carefully, one then two fingers penetrating the sphincter. Ally was braced against the wall of the bedroom the boys shared. Arms spread and palms flat against the wall, he thrust his ass back in welcome to the massaging hands. He sighed. Vern positioned his spunk-shooter ready to make his entrance, his glistening knob-head fiery red for the attack. He thrust gently, Ally groaned and thrust back. The two boys then paused as each accommodated the conjoining of their bodies. "Fuck me, Vern. Get that fuck tool deep inside me." Vern reached under Ally left arm and sought the nipple which he gripped tight between thumb and index finger. He twisted. With his other had he reached round, cradled Ally's balls briefly before gripping tight, low on the shaft of Ally's rigid cock. "You got it," he murmured and he slammed hard until his eight inches was deep inside his fuck-friend. Vern's bollocks bounced against Ally's flesh; Vern's coarse pubic bush brushed hard too against the rounded ass cheek. Both boys groaned again in pleasure as the shag began. Meantime, over in the High School, Peter was desperate. The only thing that mattered to him was to get to Glencoe with the boys but that prospect now seemed unlikely. Partly of course it was his spirit of adventure that drove him - to go climbing in the wilds of Glencoe! He had to admit to himself, however, that he was just as interested in simply being with Joey. He might have picked up the vibes all wrong but he had a strong feeling that when Joey had commandeered the only bed in the lodge it had been with an intention of sharing it with Peter. School that Tuesday had driven him to distraction. In the showers after PE the sight of all that cock made him think of Joey and what Joey sported between his legs. Simon Grey, who had the biggest cock in the class (they'd dragged him into the woods behind the gyms to measure him with Matt's ruler), had stood under the water jet soaping his hair and Peter could not help staring at the semi tumescence that curved deliciously away from Simon's well trimmed pubes. It made him think of Joey. After that everything did. The way Matt had shaken his cock vigorously after he had taken a pee at lunchtime, the way Gavin Petrie bulged in his school trousers that were obviously several sizes too small, the way Ronnie Short had scratched at his balls as he stood waiting to get into the lab for Science - everything conspired to make Peter think cock, and that made him think Joey. As soon as school ended Peter took off through the back gate. He had to get this settled. He had to know where he stood. He headed straight for Joey's flat. Joey sat astride his bike and hailed Matt. "You seen Peter?" "Not since last period. He took off at a rate of knots." Matt approached the rider. Joey's legs were stretched wide as he balanced himself at the kerbside. Joey was well aware that Matt was staring at his crotch. It amused him. As far as he was concerned there was no point a boy being heavy hung if all he did was to try to conceal it. Joey had stopped trying to that when he was fourteen and realised how big an asset it was. For his part Joey kept an eye on Matt's crotch and was pleased to see movement, enough movement to assure him puberty was more than well underway. "Climb on. I'll take you home." Aware that some of his schoolmates had gathered at the gate out of curiosity Matt lost no time in clambering on behind Joey. This was going to impress them, he thought. "Helmet on," said Joey. "And ram yourself tight against me. It's safer. Honestly." Matt hesitated. "Nah," repeated Joey. "Tight means tight. I need to feel your cock pressed against my ass. That tight." Matt gasped. Joey laughed at that. "Matthew, my man, I do know what a teenboy's got down there. Got one as well." Matt giggled at that and did as he was told, thrust his hips hard forward. "Nice," said Joey. "And that's nice too," said an emboldened Matt as he reached round Joey's waist and fumbled for a grope on Joey's boy-monster. The door bell rang. "Aw, fuck!" said Vern. He pulled his cock from Ally's spunk filled ass. "Bastard must have forgotten his key. Again. You stay there. We ain't done yet." Vern ambled off in the direction of the door. Ally remained pinned to the wall and watched his mate's ass move as he walked across the living room. Vern opened the door and looked round the frame. "Hi," said Peter. "Where's Joey?" Peter strode into the flat with an urgency that could not be halted. He looked around and his mouth fell open. Vern stood there naked with his full-blown cock leaking cum. Across the living room the bedroom door lay open and there, leaning against the wall a naked, and equally priapic, Ally stared. Peter froze. His cock stirred. His mind raced. Then the confidence that Joey had instilled in him kicked in. Have faith. Go for it. Carpe Diem. And all that. "So," he said. "Is this strictly a two man game or can anybody play?" Neither Vern nor Ally spoke. They were stunned but at the same time they shrugged, then smiled, then nodded. Shedding his uniform as he went a newly self-confident Peter headed towards the bedroom where he immediately fell on his knees and buried his face in Ally leaking fuck-hole. Vern and Ally exchanged glances. "Who the hell taught him rimming?" And that was when the door flew open and Joey (who had remembered his key) strode into the flat with Matt in tow. Peter looked round and with spunk dribbling down his chin, he smirked. "Oh goody. A fivesome." And that was when he woke. Damp and sweating and firing spunk into his boxer briefs.