Date: Thu, 8 May 2014 23:34:23 +1000
From: Colin Barnard <crkbarnard@gmail.com>
Subject: Enjoying Myself Part 7

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.


Fast forward a year with James. As I mentioned we'd become close wank
buddies and I looked forward to our regular wank sessions in my bedroom
after school. I don't know if he ever suspected I was getting off watching
him or whether he thought he was the one with the bargain. The problem was
that his father kept lecturing him about the dangers of self-pleasure and
insisted on him sleeping with the bedroom door open and going to the toilet
with the door open to ensure he didn't indulge. It was very odd but he
didn't question it. So to get his weekly fix he'd come around my house.
Plus I had the stash and his Dad would have literally belted him if he'd
been caught. So James had his own stash stored under my bed that he built
up from stealing mags during his paper round as he'd wait for the shop
owner to look away and he'd slide a Fiesta or Penthouse into his satchel
before heading off on his paper round.

I tried to get some mutual masturbation going on (or bjs etc preferably)
but he was never game. He wasn't aggressive about it but just said "NO"
very firmly when I suggested it so I dropped it, as I didn't want to put
him off from coming around at all. For now, sitting a few cms away from me,
wanking that small little, bald dick was just fine and always helped me to
a stronger, more satisfying conclusion.

This day was different than the rest. A friend of ours had come over and
we'd been playing in the wheat field near my house. Actually we'd been
smoking in the wheat field and flattened a small crop circle into it to
hide so I figure it must have been July or August as it was standing high
around us and it was far enough into the field that we wouldn't be seen if
we just sat down and would get early warning sign if we popped our heads
up, meerkat-style, and seen someone coming.
Simon was a cheeky chappy and keen underage smoker like James and I. He
wasn't, however, interested in wanking with us. We'd tried to lure him in
to our 'Tommy Tank' sessions as we called them (thanks to Tim). This time,
he brought with him some porno mags to swap. We normally did swaps at
school but as James didn't go to our school this was really for James and
Simon to swap. Plus it was school holidays. He had a couple of titles that
we'd not seen before. They were French and much saucier than Penthouse or
Fiesta. His Dad must have got them. For starters most of the shots were of
couples and there were men in there with big cocks being rammed into big,
hairy pussies. I was beside myself with excitement. The most I'd seen was a
rather unattractive occasional penis in the "one for the ladies" section of
Fiesta. And they weren't 'in action' shots like these.
A couple of Benson & Hedges cigarettes later and Simon was off with his
used copies of James' mags. James then started to horseplay around, pushing
me excitedly. I responded back and quickly we fell into a new patch of
wheat with him straddling my chest. I looked up and he seemed giddy with
excitement. I looked down and I could see he had a stiffy. Instinctively I
moved my hands up and gave it a playful squeeze "So, you like Simon's mags
then". He let me feel it a little and then reached behind himself and
grabbed mine. "Looks like you do too, Charlie".
With that I ventured further and undid the button on his trousers. He
didn't say anything but I vividly recall the same look on his face at that
moment that he'd had that evening in the Mini during his initiation. I
unzipped him and pulled back the edges of his trousers to reveal his small,
stiff cock bulging out of his superman underpants. I sat up to take
advantage of the situation and he fell back onto my legs. I peeled back
those cartoon underpants and his cock sprung to attention. It was probably
getting bigger now or the angle was more flattering and I noticed that he
was starting to get a couple of hairs at the base. I hadn't noticed in our
weekly Tommy Tank sessions because I was careful not to stare at him for
too long. But here I was, staring at it and he just let me. I leant forward
and attempted to put it in my mouth but for some reason he either had other
ideas or misinterpreted my shifting of position. He then sat up, swang
across and knelt on all fours and pulled his trousers and superman briefs
down to his knees in front of me. This was very strange but not to look a
gift horse in the mouth, so to speak, I took my cue and went to unbutton
myself and get behind him. Something stopped me and I said "let's go back
to my house - my Dad's at footy and my Mum's off doing the shopping and my
sister has gone out with her mates." I don't know why I took the risk of
curtailing our game but perhaps it was this new line being drawn and I
didn't want to get caught or something. Almost as soon as he'd buttoned
back up, Simon reappeared at the edge of the wheat field and came running
over. Thank Christ he hadn't been there 2 minutes before or we'd have had
some explaining to do and thank Christ again that I'd stopped things where
they were. He came towards us saying that he'd left his lighter and headed
directly to the adjacent patch where we'd been sitting earlier and
retrieved it. "Why did you create another den?" he asked suspiciously.
"Ermm, because James threw my cigarettes over here" I responded quickly.
Satisfied with the response Simon turned on his heels and left. Both James
and I looked at each other. I was trying to work out if he had the look of
'phew, we nearly got caught' and therefore had snapped out of the moment or
'I'm still excited so let's go to your place, Charlie' which is what I was
hoping. He didn't say anything so I chanced it with "Let's go back to mine"
and not make any mention of things and see where it led us.

We got back to my place and I headed up to my room. James got out the
French porno and sat beside me and started to undo his trousers like he had
on so many prior occasions. I still wasn't sure but was emboldened by the
fact he was still doing some rude stuff with me.
I copied him and quickly we assumed our positions, side by side as usual
with me giving his dick furtive glances. I broke the ice "You're starting
to get hairs now James, like me". He stopped wanking and held his dick away
from the body by placing his thumb at the base and looked down. "Yeah, but
not as many as you Charlie." With that he looked across at mine and I felt
that gave me licence to go further. I didn't ask this time but just reached
across and held his dick between my fingers and said "And I think you're
getting bigger too, mate". He froze. 'Oh shit!' It thought to myself - I've
pushed it too far. But he didn't push my hand away. I wasn't going to take
it away so I squeezed it a little between my thumb and forefinger and then
pulled the skin back. The head was definitely bigger now and had a
pronounced ridge to it. "Turn over" I told him "and get on all fours".
Rather incredibly he did. Up until that point I had never even thought of
anal sex but James' earlier move had excited me. I put my throbbing dick
down between those small, tight buns and pushed forward a little. I didn't
think to thrust so we just stayed in that position. I thought my dick was
in his arse but I asked "is it in James?" "Yes he replied. Good, I thought
but was somewhat bewildered by the lack of sensation. We wriggled a bit but
it wasn't doing anything for me and when he opened his legs a little wider
I realised it was just wedged between his legs. I then went to put the head
of it at his hole and pushed. Nothing happened and James seemed to be
losing interest. I thought quickly "Okay, lie down on your back - I want to
show you something". He stretched out on my bed and for some reason I
didn't want him to see me going down on him or have the chance to stop me.
I took one of the pillows from under his bed and placed it over the top to
act as a blindfold. Once placed I then did the thing I'd wanted to do for
so long and leaned forward and put that smooth little prick in my mouth. I
could have come there and then, I was that excited. I placed my fingers
back around his dick and peeled back the skin. There it was, that little
purple jewel. I flicked my tongue over it and it bounced freely, reacting
to my light touch - just like Tim's but on a more miniature scale. He
didn't say anything or make a noise. I took that as a good sign and
continued. His balls weren't really big enough for me to put in my mouth
but I caressed them with one hand whilst sucking him and holding his
pre-teen tool with the other. He wasn't saying anything but he was totally
digging this. His dick was so hard, way harder than Tim's. And I could see
his chest going up and down as he took shallow breaths. I wasted no time,
continually fearful that he'd call a halt to proceedings at any moment. I
positioned myself to best effect, knelt on the floor, beside the bed with
the bed and he on my left side, my right arm stretched across wanking him,
my left curled around to fondle his balls and my mouth positioned over him.
I tried running my tongue down the back of his shaft and he seemed to love
that, just as Tim did as it twitched involuntarily and hastened the pace of
his breathing. I kept this up and then plunged my mouth back over his dick
again, using my right to wank him. His legs straightened, his toes curled
up and then he started shaking. As he did so, he sat up like Frankenstein's
monster, throwing the pillow off as he convulsed with each wave of his dry
climax. After a few moments I felt his pelvis being pulled away beneath me
and he pulled my head off his sensitive member. "Thanks Charlie, gotta go"
is all he said. He got up, got dressed, grabbed his new magazines and
headed off. Was he upset? Did he enjoy it? Probably yes to both.

That incident seemed to mark a change in him. When he came around my house
he rarely wanked with me. It had given me a new wank fantasy to replay
again in my head but it had come at a price, namely I'd crossed a line and
he'd worked out how much I liked him, sexually.

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