Date: Thu, 8 May 2014 23:30:16 +1000
From: Colin Barnard <crkbarnard@gmail.com>
Subject: Enjoying Myself Part 5

As before, if you are offended by underage sexual exploits, just hit the
back button. Thanks to all who contacted me and encouraged me to write up
my further stories. Again I have changed the main person's name which is
only fair to him.

This is the last story involving Tim. Although I had by now had several
other experiences with other boys, I thought it was right to talk about our
last experience together. I think I was about 15 & 1/2 or maybe coming up
to 16 but once again the details of timing are fuzzy to me. I had started
to get into a more serious and regular exchange of rude fun with my friend,
Dean but more of that later.

This time I was walking my dog around the neighbourhood and past Tim's
house. By then he wasn't around much at all as he had a car and hung around
in other circles (mostly bad ones) and my sister was at Uni so there was no
longer that contact either. He was out the front of his parent's house
vacuuming his car. I walked past and said "Hi" but wasn't expecting a
response. He noticed me and turned off the vacuum cleaner and gave me a
chipper "Hi Charlie" back. There was that smile again. Damn him. I wandered
over with my dog and he made to play with her a little whilst we chatted.
How was he? Fine. What was he doing? Working in a local factory. How long
had he had the car...and so it went on. I'd gotten good over the years in
recognising when he was disinterested in me and when there was the
potential for more, let's say, salacious fun. Whilst I'd started getting
somewhere really interesting with Dean around this time, I still wasn't
going to say no to getting my laughing gear around his fabulous collection
of jewels. "Fancy a ride in my car" he asked me out of the blue. Not half,
I thought but replied something more nonchalant like "go on then". I had
the dog and Tim wasn't keen on letting her get into his car so I agreed
that I would drop her back at home and he'd drive around and pick me up.

As I walked home at a fast clip I pondered on whether or not this was one
of 'those times' and my heart raced. We hadn't done anything for absolutely
ages and the last time really annoyed me, especially when he called me a
'poof' but my dick was doing the decision-making more than my brain so I
was happy to explore this opportunity. Sure enough a few minutes later, his
burgundy Ford Orion 1.6 Ghia pulled up outside my house and I hopped in. We
careered around the countryside at frightening speed as he tried to show
off to me. I was scared and I suppose he sensed it and that's what gave him
the thrill. He always had to be in control. We pulled up at a secluded spot
near a small village, and he asked me if I wanted to have a 'go'. I said no
and he kept pushing the issue. I made my final "No" and he drove in record
speed back to my house. Almost as an act of spite. I could tell he was
irritated. As I went to get out of the car he said "Charlie, you twat - I
would have had a Tommy Tank with you when we parked up but you can forget
it now". That frustrated me because I then realised that him asking me did
I want to have a 'go' he actually meant me blowing him - not driving the
car. DOH! I'd missed my chance and was also feeling a bit dumb too and
caught out by Tim who, I always arrogantly thought of as dumber than me.
I was also irked that he thought he could play me and dangle his
metaphorical carrot in front of me and then remove it at will and thought
that I was so desperate for sex with him that I'd agree to do anything he
said. Stupid thing is when I think now, he was right. But I wasn't in that
frame of mind that day.

It was then that I turned the tables. "Look Tim, if I wanted to suck a
cock, I'd choose Dean. He's much bigger than you and doesn't treat me like
something that he's stepped in like you do!". I hadn't meant to reveal my
'infidelity' with Dean but it just came out. I recall those words
reverberating around me head because there was a very, very long pause. He
took his time and I was genuinely scared. "Look Charlie, I am worried about
you and all this gay stuff. You and me, it's just been for a laugh. It
doesn't mean anything. Who is this Dean guy? Fuck mate, you need to get a
girlfriend like I have". If I was annoyed before, I was now incandescent.
Not only was he confronting me with me being 'gay' which I still didn't
think I was (I know, stupid I guess) but he'd now inadvertently admitted he
had a girlfriend which probably made me confront my own situation more
starkly. What's more had I lost my straight virginity a year before to
someone who was almost a girlfriend. "Do *you* think I am gay, Tim?" I
angrily enquired. He was slightly lost for words and then said "Well,
you've tried lots of times to suck me off and now there's this Dean
guy...." and with that an argument ensued. I was horrified that he turned
it so that *I* had preyed on *him*. It was true that our last encounters
had been at my instigation but the 50 or so from that first day to a couple
before the last had been at his command. After a while of being sat in that
car I broke down in tears which I never wanted to do in front of him. It
was a stupid, momentary weakness. As I dried my eyes and went to open the
door he apologised which might have been a first in and of itself "Look
Charlie, I didn't mean to upset you. No you're not gay. But mate, you do
need to get a girlfriend". I looked back at him. He was genuinely sorry, I
could tell. I was just upset with myself, though, and not him. He'd touched
a raw nerve and now I felt sheepish for crying in front of him. I laughed
in the way that you do when you realise how ridiculous you must look and
managed: "I guess that blowjob is out of the question now then?"

The words had left my mouth and I honestly meant them as a joke but he said
gruffly as if he'd been nagged "Alright. But this is the last time Charlie".

Within minutes we were inside my house. No-one was there except my dog.
Great. We headed upstairs. As we passed a pile of clean laundry in a basket
on the floor, he noticed my Mum's knickers and picked them up and dangled
them from his finger "these yours?". "Haha, Tim. They're my Mum's" I
retorted. "Very sexy" he said and he twirled them around. As we walked into
my bedroom he still had them which I thought was odd. Rather than ask for a
porno mag, he just sat on my single bed and leaned back on the wall "Come
on Charlie - it's waiting for you".
I looked down and could see he positioned his dick straight up so it poked
out the waistband of his jeans, the gathered skin covering that enormous
helmet. His eyes flashed at me and that grin. Oh that bloody cheeky grin.
How could he do it every freakin' time? He was clearly hard already which
was unusual for him - he nearly always liked to look through the porn mags
before or at least would play with himself a bit before his weapon was
released.

I wasted no time and unbuttoned him and, as he shuffled from one buttock to
the other, his trousers were down around his ankles in no time. He kicked
off his shoes, reached down and removed his trousers and briefs entirely.
And then he surprised me and grabbed the knickers which he'd placed on the
bed and went to put them on. "What are you doing Tim?" I mumbled, finding
it rather odd. "Teaching you about girls" he replied, in a tone that seemed
serious but I was in no doubt that this wasn't for discussion. It was very
odd but I was just up for whatever he wanted to do.

He then laid fully on my bed and said "I want you to think of me as a girl
and tell me what you'd do to her". I am not sure I was that interested in
the concept but I had a raging boner and his cock lay half-hidden beneath
those knickers so I wasn't going to let that stop me. I stammered "umm, I
guess I'd finger you". "No" he snapped, "You can't just pull a girl's
knickers off and finger her" he quipped. Clearly he'd been learning some
new tricks "You have to get her wet first - you need some foreplay". I
understood the concept. "So Charlie, run your hands up and down my thighs".

I followed his orders and lay alongside him and slowly caressed his thighs
with my right hand. "Now, play with my nipples". I leant forward and sucked
lightly and tugged on his right nipple. I could see he was getting turned
on by this by the way his cock bobbed up and down involuntarily as my hand
slid up towards his balls and fingers glanced them through the silky
fabric. "Now, put your hand in my knickers and feel me" he went on.
Evidently his idea of foreplay was quite perfunctory and I guessing that
his girlfriend had tried to get him to do it to her. He lifted his knees
up, removed the knickers and rotated his pelvis upwards and with his right
hand he guided my hand lower. "*Now* you can put a finger in the girl's
pussy". I extended my finger and with both of his hands he pulled his
cheeks apart and my finger reached the target. "Go on, put your finger in".
I pushed slightly at his hole but it was dry and so he quickly spat on his
fingers, moved mine for a moment, smeared his saliva against his hole and
then urged me to continue. My middle finger slid in quite easily this time.
I could feel his warm, moist inside with my finger and he adjusted himself
slightly and started to stroke himself. "mmmm" he moaned "that's it
Charlie. Finger my man c**t". I remember being shocked by that
not-so-delightful phrase. What he lacked in Shakespearean talent for
eloquence, he made up for in making his point. He did have 'a way with
words' as they say.
As my finger went in and out and I moved it around, I found the hard,
walnut-like swelling behind the base of his cock "yeah" he grunted "rub my
man clit" - yet another glorious one of his. I'd never heard of this term
before or since but knew in a jokey way that men were not supposed to be
good at finding the 'clitoris'. I had no idea there was such a thing as a
'man clit'. However as the tip of my finger rubbed it he gyrated his pelvis
against my finger. "oh fuck yeah Charlie....suck my balls". I needed little
encouragement. With my head between his spread legs and my middle finger
jammed up his butt I reached out my tongue and licked at his hairy
ballsack. "put 'em in your mouth Charlie". I knew what to do. He stuffed
both balls in my mouth and said "rub my clit Charlie, tickle it with the
tip of your finger". He was wanking quite slowly and I heard the familiar
moist sound of his slickened dick as his precum-lubed foreskin was peeled
back then returned repeatedly. With his left hand he pushed my head away
which was his way of asking for me to tug his balls more. "Jesus Chris,
Charlie - you're fucking good at this". I felt that walnut mound get harder
as I fingered it and I could tell from the amount of precum his was leaking
that he was really into what I was doing. "Now lick me out". I didn't
really understand and so he told me that girls loved to be licked 'down
there' and that I needed to learn to lick a girl out. It seemed gross in
this context but I was in the moment and so agreed. He threw his legs even
wider and lifted his bum off the bed and rotated his butt hole towards my
head.
I tentatively reached my tongue out expecting it to be gross and touched it
against his puckered hole. It was warm and twitched slightly as he tensed
his cock and balls up and down. "That's it, stick your tongue in and waggle
it around". By this time his legs were almost in the air and he was holding
the back of his knees with his hands. "oh yeah" he murmured "lick it, lick
it". As I continued to rim him my right hand was fondling his balls or my
finger was stroking the underside of his engorged purple helmet, slick with
gooey precum. This continued for a while and my tongue started to ache. The
tinge of iron on my tongue didn't bother me at all and I loved the deep,
musky smell of the base of his balls which my nose was planted against. His
ballsack was against my forehead and, as he writhed about, they flopped and
rubbed against me. My tongue was now aching and so I returned to sucking
his balls, licking his shaft and sucking that big, spade-like knob whilst
wanking him with my left hand and fingering his hole with my right. He then
suggested I should deep-throat him. I'd tried a few times with Dean without
much success. Dean was about 8.5 inches and quite thick (not as thick as
Tim) and I gagged each time. I explained that I gagged very easily to which
he replied "you're doing it wrong. My girlfriend can swallow me whole,
Charlie". Not to be outdone I asked him what to do and he patiently
explained. I needed to lie alongside him in the opposite direction so that
my bum was by his head and his cock by mine. "Right, now don't think about
being sick" he told me "just quickly push it down Oh and if you sick up on
me, I'll kick your head in". Charming. This was one of the reasons I didn't
really like him - over the years there was always the slight threat of
violence and I'd become careful not to cross the line. But this time he
didn't mean it and I knew that. Doing as he suggested I put his cock in my
mouth. As it got in about 10 cm I could feel myself starting to gag. It was
then that he very forcefully just pushed my head down on his tool. I
started to gag proper now but he just held it there. My eyes were streaming
and I thought I'd choke to death but started to relax as I realised he
wasn't going to stop holding my head down. He was very strong by that time
and worked out regularly. To my complete surprise when I stopped tensing I
found I was okay and could breath through my nose. Once he could tell I was
alright he let go of my head. I came back up quickly and rebuked him for
almost choking me to death. As I looked back at him he was grinning from
ear to ear - here we were again where he was back in a master-slave
situation and he loved it. Truth be told, I did too.

So I went back to deep-throating him. As I tugged away at his ballsack he
told me to finger him again. I shifted my body slightly so that I could do
this more easily and he lifted and parted his legs. My finger quickly found
his prostate again and, with my head bobbing up and down with his hand
light and sometimes not-so-lightly on the back of my head, I slowly brought
him to near orgasm. I could feel it happening, he was really being noisy
now which he loved to do when no-one was around. "Yeah Charlie you little
twat, swallow my huge cock. Finger my man clit, rub my balls, yeah, stick
it in deeper, finger me faster.... and so it went on". As he started to
tense I could feel his sphincter clamp around my finger. His prostate grew
as hard as granite and I was finding it increasingly difficult to swallow
him as his thick, veiny rod swelled in my throat. And then it happened.
With a few violent spasms and a cry of "suck me Charlie" he emptied his
entire load of salty yoghurt down my throat. I started to choke and came up
for air. Not being able to even see out of my eyes because they were
watering so badly, I'd removed my finger from his butthole and just held
his now softening cock in my hand, slick with his precum, my saliva and
some of his cum. I gagged slightly but not as badly as in previous times
when he'd cum in my mouth. Maybe I was getting used to swallowing after all
- even Tim's gloopey paste. "Now you know what to do with a girl Charlie".
I took the point but didn't think any girl I was likely to meet would have
a 7.5 inch thick dick. But maybe I'd read the wrong porno mags...

He went off to the bathroom to clean up I guess and within seconds my pants
were round my ankles and I was unloading my boy cream onto my
tissue-covered belly. By the time he returned I'd finished and was getting
up to take my soaked tissues to the toilet "looks like you enjoyed that" he
giggled and flashed those constantly naughty eyes. I didn't think anything
of it but when I got to the bathroom I looked in the mirror. There was a
huge glob of cum on my chin and it must have been mine and had hit me as I
climaxed - proof of a very satisfying session indeed. By this time I was
now a relatively experienced practitioner of rudeness myself with other
boys and this felt like I was ticking the remaining boxes, if you'll excuse
the pun. You can say what you like about him being a rough, arrogant bully
but he was a great teacher and never flinched in telling me how to improve
my technique or something that I should do or how to do it. But by now his
other undesirable traits of petty crime, low level violence, lack of
interesting conversation and the way he treated me was getting too much and
we had increasingly little in common. He hung out with the wrong type and I
was starting to settle down into a more reliable situation with Dean who
was becoming my best friend too.

Tim hung around downstairs for a while after that session whilst I made a
cup of tea for us both and then headed off and drove up the road. Aside
from a couple of "hellos" in the intervening years as we'd see each other
in pubs in town etc. we never spoke again. And still haven't to this day.
Yes we've exchanged pleasantries via Facebook but we've literally not held
a conversation in person since he walked out of my life on that day. I
guess that really was the 'last time' as he'd promised.