Date: Thu, 8 May 2014 23:34:38 +1000
From: Colin Barnard <crkbarnard@gmail.com>
Subject: Enjoying Myself Part 8

So James had virtually stopped our Tommy Tank sessions unless he'd been
with me all day and needed to rub one out. We were now about 14 and he'd
grown hairs and his dick was probably about 13 cm. It had lost its puckered
top but still drawn more tightly around the tip than mine. His balls were
of more normal size (by my standards), he could start to produce fluid with
his orgasms and he was becoming generally more private about wanking and
talking about girls a lot. And I mean a lot. He'd had a couple of
girlfriends and had recently fingered one of them - something of which he
was immensely proud. He talked endlessly of the smell on his fingers he got
and I must admit, I was intrigued. So I decided to pursue my own experience
with a girl and picked on a rather unattractive and overweight girl by the
name of Lucy who'd shown interest in me. I was a fairly average looking
teenager by now but I didn't have the confidence with girls to fancy my
chances at someone better. Plus, I'd heard Lucy would do anything. A
distinct advantage with what I had in mind.

So I set about courting Lucy and I think she was quite flattered as (I say
modestly...) I probably exceeded her usual standards. I would pop my hand
up her top at lunchtimes down the small alley that led down the side of the
sports fields and we'd snog. She was the first person that I kissed in a
sensual way and the combo of kissing and tit groping was quite exciting but
not on the level of sex with Tim or James. But I had never kissed or
caressed Tim or James and this was fun (and legitimate). Plus, I knew there
was more to explore under her skirt and this was to be my mission.
This one Saturday in early summer I put up the tent in the back garden. My
parents had gone for a drive to a country pub, my sister wasn't around and
I wanted to sleep out in the garden that night with James. I had rather
hoped he might partake in some wanking and I was becoming increasingly
creative in setting up situations that were slightly out of the ordinary so
that he didn't spot the wanking session setup but would, by nature of being
a horny teenager, oblige once stimulated with the appropriately supplied
magazine.
As I put up the tent, the front doorbell went. It was Lucy. That was odd -
she was definitely only a lunchtime school fondle and we definitely weren't
hanging out with each other outside of school. Anyway, she came into the
back garden and watched me put the pegs in and transfer some bedding to the
tent. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Oh, James and I are sleeping in
here tonight and having a midnight feast. I've asked my Mum to buy us the
crisps, chocolate bars etc." It dawned on me that she thought this odd and
I was worried that James would too. "Who is sleeping where?" she enquired.
"Oh, we will both sleep on the floor next to each other" I countered.
"Looks a bit cosy to me" she said with a hint of suggestion. Damn, she was
accusing me of being gay, or so I suspected. I wasn't. I just liked to have
a wank with my mate. What's queer about that? It was probably about this
time that I did start thinking about that word but as soon as it dawned on
me, I shut that door quickly and tightly. So her accusation irked me but I
then tried to act all macho. "Oh James and I are going to be practising
some karate moves this afternoon and so you'd better head back home when he
arrives." She wasn't taking that distraction and asked if she could hang
around. She pointed into the tent and said with a grin "let's go in and try
it out." We went inside and within a few, fumbled minutes I had achieved
the same thing as James and got my finger wet. He was right, it did smell
funny but I liked it. She reached into my trousers and pulled out my hard
cock then pulled her skirt right up. It was clear what she wanted me to do.
And I wanted to do it - to lose my virginity. As I started to take my
trousers off I could hear the front door bell go, in the distance. "Shit.
James is here". We scrambled and got ourselves back straight again,
unzipped the tent and I went to answer the door. It must have taken a short
while because James was stood in kitchen looking around. He always used to
let himself in if I didn't answer straight away - a habit he got from our
Tommy Tank session days when I'd sometimes be upstairs eagerly stimulating
myself and he'd join me.

As he spotted us and headed over the the back door, I met him and opened it
and he asked "What are you to up to?" I don't recall what Lucy said but I
do remember that I ran my middle, right finger under my nose in front of
him but without her noticing (yes I was that classy). "You dirty little
bastards" he replied, smiling inanely. I told Lucy to go to the living room
and I showed him over to the tent so I could brag. He whispered "did you
finger her then? Let me smell!" I held up the finger and he inhaled and
made some appreciative comment and asked if we'd 'done it' to which I said
no but we were nearly going to when he arrived.
Now, as I said, Lucy was a girl of loose morals and this next bit I am not
proud of but I totally took advantage of her for my gain. I was young,
horny and didn't want James' arrival to ruin my chances. Equally I'd have
been happy to get rid of her for some wank action with James. I don't
recall my thought process but do remember this next bit.
We went back in and James went to make some hot drinks. I went into the
living room and asked her quietly so James couldn't hear "would you have
sex with both of us?" Any girl in her right mind would have given an
emphatic 'NO' but Lucy wasn't *any girl*. She was dirty and keen to get me
in the sack by this point and James was a pretty 14 year old with olive
skin, beautiful dark eyes, nice physique and dressed well. She didn't
hesitate and agreed. When I went back into the kitchen to help him with the
teas and coffees and tell him what I'd set up he was beyond excited. As we
both entered the living room there was a nervous atmosphere. I dont' think
we even touched our drinks when James said "shall we go into the tent
then?" I looked at Lucy for a reaction and she still seemed to be onboard.
The situation was tense and thrilling. I would have been so excited at the
idea of having sex and especially in James being involved. Imagine my
surprise and disappointment then when she said "James can go first."
Woah! This wasn't supposed to happen. I had meant for us three to get it on
together, not for them to usurp me in this situation. I wasn't even assured
of getting any if he fucked her first and she changed her mind. I didn't
even attempt to change her mind as she might have seen that as 'a bit gay'
and didn't want to reveal that part of my life. They didn't hang around for
me to think of how to re-engineer the situation so as they headed outside I
figured I would sneak out and try and listen to them

And so the deal was done. James and Lucy headed off into the tent and after
a few minutes I could stand it no longer. I was excited, horny,
disappointed and curious. Of course, I was a total perv too so I went out
the front door so they didn't hear then went around the back of the house,
pushed my way through the vegetation and snuck behind the tent to listen.
It was all pretty silent to my surprise. There were a couple of comments of
'is it in?' and her telling him to push it a bit lower etc but all in all,
it wasn't very racy. It didn't take long either and I could hear him grunt
a bit and then a final grunt. A short while later I remember her saying
"oh, you've finished then?!" He had always been a quiet one - the total
opposite of Tim. To avoid getting caught I scampered back to the house and
waited for James to tell me she was ready. He came practically skipping
into the house "All yours Charlie" he said. I had a million questions for
him first: What was it like? Amazing. What did they do? He claimed to have
fingered her and then fucked her and she loved it (the last bit I was sure
was a lie) and also: Did they kiss? Yes but not much.

I went in the tent. She was lying on her side and looked up, smiling at me.
I asked her if they'd done it (like I didn't know) and did she enjoy it.
She told me that it had all been very quick and that he had a smallish dick
- all of which I already knew but was surprised that she'd tell me that.
She said he had just cum in her and then pulled out and got dressed. Of
course. I hadn't even thought of that. His jizz would still be inside her
and that got me hard straight away. I knew what I wanted to do and within
minutes her skirt was back up above her waist and my face was down around
her warm pussy and I was licking it eagerly. It was musky down there and
whilst I hated the taste of Tim's cum, I was keen to see if I could find
any traces of James' down there. I stuck my tongue in and flicked it
around. I don't honestly remember retrieving any but it was just the
thought of it that I loved. And to my surprise she seemed to be enjoying my
oral attention. She gasped a couple of times. I guess I might have tongued
her clittoris but I had no idea what that was back then and she did have
her fingers around her minge whilst I was down there so maybe she was just
frigging herself and my efforts just coincided with that. Who knows?
Anyway, by now I was very hard and ready to make a move. She'd already been
grabbing and squeezing my dick which I wasn't really into as she was a bit
clumsy but the thought in my head of his cum being up inside her and my
dick going in and being surrounded by that really turned me on. Quickly I
was bearing down on her and trying to guide my dick in. I asked her to do
it for me and she willingly obliged and steered my throbbing dick inside
her. I was amazed as it slid in effortlessly. It wasn't what I was
expecting - it was warm, wet and a bit loose if I am honest. It wasn't the
tightness I'd even experienced the time I stuck my dick between James'
legs. Oh well, I got down to work. As I fucked her we kissed a little and
she'd helpfully opened her blouse and lowered her bra so I could put my
face in her breasts. I don't know if she was thinking of me or James but I
wasn't thinking of her. My mind turned to James and the image I had of his
dick spraying her insides with his cum drove me insanely horny. I quickened
my pace and thought back to the time I first tossed him off in the Mini and
then another time when he wanked, standing up in front of me whilst I timed
him with my watch - my interest being less in time keeping that keeping my
beady eye on his dick as he stroked it to full orgasm. I can even remember
that he was wearing a donkey jacket that day - the image so clearly
imprinted on my mind. Within a few minutes (definitely more than James
lasted) as I was huffing and puffing above Lucy, my trusty sword swelled up
and I pumped every last drop of cum into her wet, warm (and loose) cavern.
I must have made quite a bit of noise because she kept shushing me. I'd
learnt from the best: Tim!

I was a poor lover and had no thought for her needs. It didn't even occur
to me that girls orgasmed or maybe I assumed they did when a man does. It
seems so stupid now. I quickly got dressed and left her to straighten
herself out in the tent. Once she left the tent, I proudly asked "So who
was better then?" thinking I knew the answer. She looked surprised and said
"You were both very quick but I did like you licking me out Charlie but you
have a very spotty bum." That was not what I was expecting and I was torn
between the thrill of it all, the accomplishment of losing my virginity
(successfully) and the realisation that my spotty teenage bum and rather
short performance didn't impress her. Hmmm, definitely mixed emotions.

We headed back inside. James was sat watching the TV and looked up when we
entered the room. "You two dunnit then?" We both smiled and I said that we
had. We didn't talk about it any more with her and I was keen to get her to
go so that James and I could discuss it all but I did feel bad for having
set her up the way that I had. She eventually went home and that night in
the tent we discussed the days events. James asked me if she was on the
pill. I had no idea and we both freaked out about the concept of her
becoming pregnant - something that became a bigger drama when I found out
the following Monday at school that she wasn't and we spent a tense few
weeks worrying about that. So we described in graphic detail to each other
what we did and what were the best bits. I didn't admit that it was his
spunk inside her that had provided the greatest thrill. As predicted after
such an energetic discussion on this subject James wanted to wank and for
some reason I pretended I didn't want to or maybe I didn't. I any case, he
seem surprised and retorted with "Well I am going to have one. Fancy
wanking me then?" That was totally out of the blue. I was stunned. There he
was just offering it up like that. I must have done a double take because
he followed up with a slightly more nervous "unless you don't want to?"
then "I am only joking".  I quickly confirmed my interest with "Yes of
course", probably a little too eagerly but the deal was struck. This was
turning out to be a splendid day.

He pulled back the edge of his sleeping back to provide access to his boy
dick and turned on his side slightly so that he could study the porn mag
that was on the floor next to him with his torch. I lost no time at all in
getting stuck in so stripped down to my underpants and lay alongside him.
"I only want you to wank me Charlie. No blowjobs or weird stuff." That was
disappointing. I prised his stiff dick out of his briefs, pulling them off
him and set to work. I pulled back the skin and I got an instant waft of
stale dick and the added new smell of Lucy's scent. It was heady. I gripped
his dick with my right hand and mine with my other and for the first time
jerked us both off. He didn't look down once and I don't think ever took
his eyes off the mag for a second. Within minutes he stiffened, his
breathing picked up and I knew what was going to happen as he dumped his
hot, runny load over my right hand. As soon as he went to push my hand away
I withdrew it and placed it on my own cock. His cum provided a lot of lube,
too much in fact and so I thought of wiping it on the sleeping bag but then
instinctively just placed the hand to my mouth and licked it. Yes it was
musky and salty but this wasn't gooey at all. It was more like precum and
sweet-tasting. I needed to change my view of jizz and realised at this
moment that it was person-dependent. My dick was still covered in his cum
and as I brought myself to climax it made a moist slapping that I found
very erotic. It didn't take long as I blasted a huge wad all over my
stomach and a lot over my sleeping bag. 'Oops' I thought, I hadn't brought
any tissues so grabbed a sock and cleaned up.

We chatted for a short while, devouring all the snacks. Eventually we got
tired and went to go to sleep. James turned off the torch. "Thanks Charlie"
he said "I owed you that for today."

I realised right there and then that he knew that I loved to touch his dick
and that he just wasn't it to it that much. Yes he didn't want to be gay
and neither did he want me to be but he wasn't overly judgemental and was
prepared, if the mood took him or if he wanted to please me, let things go
further than just wanking in front of each other. He was a good friend I
thought and went to sleep that day a very contented boy.

There were two other notable incidents with James but they will keep for
another time...

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