Date: Tue, 25 Sep 2007 23:50:52 +0000 From: succum241 Subject: Mick & Friends - 23 Hi there. In case you had not guessed it by now this is an erotic story involving sexual acts of a gay nature between teen boys. If this is not your scene or if it is illegal for you to access this material, look away now. I am sorry there has been a bit of a delay in getting this next chapter in as I have had to have my PC into the computer hospital following a crash; but if you are reading this then it means that we are back up and running again. If you continue and read this chapter please let me know what you think about it and the story in general. Write to me at: succum241@lycos.co.uk It would be nice for you tell me something about yourself as well so that I can get an idea of who I am writing for. But please only tell me what you want me to know (if anything). I'm not trying to pry into your private life or anything like that. Anything and everything will of course remain confidential. I will try and respond to all mail received. Rick Chapter 22 ended By this time we were dressed again and our erections were suitably hidden or, as in my case, gone, and so we charged down stairs to ask the question. Both our parents were quite surprised that we were asking that after only the first meeting but were happy to give their consent. John winked at mom in a knowing way and I wondered if he had guessed a little of what had gone on upstairs. Chapter 23. We had hardly got inside the door when mom was asking me about how we had got on. "You obviously liked each other at first meeting." She said. "Yeah, he's a neat guy. You know he is a star gymnast and is expected to do well in the championships next month, even though he will be competing against people three years or more older than him." "And is he gay?" mom just couldn't wait to get the question in. "I don't know yet, perhaps we will get around to that on Monday." I answered truthfully. I would not break my promise to David and would have lied if I had to but anyway he had not yet come to a decision. After all a few moments of groping would not clear anything up for anyone. "Well I'm glad you like each other. That will make it easier for John's and my relationship." "How close are you two?" I asked. "I'm not too sure really ..." mom mused. "I think you could say we are at that stage where we are not quite fully together, but we are not just friends either." "Would you go to bed with him?" "Michael! What a thing to ask!" Mom appeared to be quite shocked at my question. "Well you ask me similar questions." I retorted "Yes. I suppose I do. But as for your question I'm taking a mother's prerogative and not answering it ... or even giving a hint one way or the other." I took that to mean that mom was considering it, but that John had not made any moves in that direction. We locked up downstairs and made our way to our rooms to ready ourselves for bed. I had already stripped off the two items of clothing I was wearing when I decided that I needed to have a pee and so took off down the passage towards the bathroom. Mom chose that moment to come out of her room on the way to take a shower and was dressed just in a thin nylon or silk gown which she had not fully closed. Her boobs were covered, but there was a mound of bush on full display. I quickly turned my head away complaining, "Mother!" "Sorry, thought you were already in bed easing your needs over David." She responded. Another "Mother!" escaped my lips as I turned red and began to get hard. I certainly had intentions of easing `my needs over David' but did not need my mother pointing out that she had twigged to that already. "Well you do like him, and you clearly lust for him too. That was evident when they arrived and you kept them on the doorstep for too long." Mom was taking some joy in teasing me over my reactions. She knew me so well. "Can I just go for a pee first before you get in the shower please?" "Yes go on, but how are you going to get it to point into the bowl?" She laughed. I looked down in total dismay at a hard cock which she could see only too well and now I would have to face her front on to get to the bathroom. Taking the bull by horns, so to speak, I marched passed her mumbling that I would manage. When I came out my erection had subsided but mom's grin had not and I offered a gruff goodnight as I sidestepped passed her to go off to the room. At least she had covered herself up properly now. I reckoned mom also was going to take care of some needs while in the shower. And then shuddered at the thought and decided I needed to turn my thoughts to something far more pleasurable – David and his revelation to me. Closing my door securely I moved over and pulled the covers back on the bed and laid my wanking towel down to protect the sheets; I got some tissue ready and lying down reached for the bottle of baby oil I kept on the bedside table. There was no point in hiding it. Mom knew what it was for and had actually just added this last bottle into the groceries. Of course I had been embarrassed when she handed it over saying that she had noticed the last bottle was getting low. And I thought I had kept that bottle concealed. But enough of that. I put a reasonable supply of oil onto my hand and began to fondle, imagining David as he had gently touched me and stroked just those few wonderful times. Bringing my other hand into play I fondled my balls and enjoyed the smooth feeling of having no hair on the scrotum. With one hand slowly jacking my cock I kept the other over my balls sliding the palm over them as my fingers massaged the gap under them and eventually found my bum and I began to rub the pucker. All too soon I realised I was getting close and not wanting to finish just yet, I stopped all movement for a while as I allowed the intensity to wane. I lay like that, completely still, my hard cock in one hand and my balls covered by the other with a finger resting lightly on my hole, just thinking thoughts about David. I pictured again his big cock and remembered the soft feel it had in my hand, and the silky feel of his pubes which were not yet as coarse as they would eventually get, and those hefty balls which I had not really had the opportunity to feel properly. Without consciously realising it, I began to stroke again and then the moment was upon me and I burst forth in a body shuddering earthquake. I came really hard shooting jism right up my chest. The tissues I had got ready were not going to be enough especially as even after the main spasms of my orgasm had died down, I was still stroking my hard cock and rubbing my thumb over the exposed head, causing some minor after shock tremors with a tiny drop more juice coming out at each wave. Well even if David decided he was straight, I had some good material to wank over already and I was likely to get some more come Monday. Saturday dawned bright and clear, not that I was awake for the dawn of course; no it would be another three hours before a full bladder forced my eyelids open. Padding off to the toilet to take care of that need, I heard mom downstairs in kitchen and she was singing. I smiled; I hadn't heard her sing like that for quite a while now. It meant that she was happy with life and that came about when she was happy with the man in her life. Well that was ok by me too, for I was happy with the man in her life's son too. Thinking of that son soon had the expected effect and as I stepped into the shower I knew that I was going to be at full mast quite a bit over David. I got the water running and then allowed my cock to release the piss my bladder was complaining about. Pissing in the shower was the best way of doing that chore when you also had an erection. I got my whole body covered in soap and then taking Micklet in hand I faced up to the corner of the cubicle and began to pump into my hand. With each forward thrust, the head of my cock hit the corner and slid up a bit before disappearing back into the grip of my fingers giving me some double stimulation. My nipples rubbed against the tiles beneath them and my other hand did circles over my bum disappearing every so often into the crack and even at a stretch grabbing my ball bag occasionally. Once again the picture in my mind was of David slowly stroking me as I sucked him. Of course my imagination made it so great and I hoped I would not be disappointed if my fantasy came to life soon. I came again over David shooting out my genes up the corner of the wall and mixing them with the soap that was now spread all over the place as well. I finished up my shower and went off back to my room where I pulled on a pair of shorts before going down to the kitchen to find some breakfast. "Morning mom, you sound happy." I greeted her. "Morning Mick, yes thank you, I believe I am happy. How about you?" "Yes! I'm happy too." I answered a little more enthusiastically than I would have liked and mom smiled in a knowing way. Suddenly I realised that I had not felt guilty over what David and I had done, or what I had already begun thinking of doing with him if he was up for it. Also none of the others had entered my thoughts for the last fourteen hours or so; not even Brandon or Kevin. I was going to have to analyse this a bit when I saw Bob later and see if the guilt returned with him. That reminded me about the long weekend and so I started putting out feelers. "Bob, Mark and Michael are going to spend the weekend at Bob's grandfather's cottage towards the end of the holidays and have asked me to go with them. Do you think that will be ok?" "I will need a bit more information than what you have given me. Get me the details and then I will probably speak with Bob's parents and then let you know." Well at least she had not said an outright `no'. "Ok, thanks I will get all the info today or tomorrow and let you know." Mom must have been happy, as she had prepared bacon butties for breakfast and offered mine to me. "I thought at least with these you could reheat them in the microwave if you slept in more than you have, but as you are here now you can have them while they are still hot." "Gee thanks mom; this is really great." Then I teased, "If this is what happens when you spend an evening with John, he had better move in." "Would you mind if he did?" Mom took me by surprise with that one. I had only been joking, but she seemed really serious. "You're being serious, aren't you?" "I suppose I am. I am already very fond of him. We haven't got that far to be discussing this but I was wondering how you felt, especially after some of the guys who have moved in with us." "Thanks for asking. If you want John to move in then I guess I will be ok with it; but I would rather have just a little more time to get to know both of them better before giving a final decision." "Of course! I'm not asking you to make up your mind now; I was just running the thought by you, just in case the subject should crop up." We both let the subject die there and I changed to ask her what she was going to do for the day. "Well I've got a load of laundry on now, when that is on the line, I will put the next load in and then go off to do the groceries for the week. Then I had thought of going for a long walk this afternoon. I need the exercise. What about you?" "I thought I would go and meet up with Bob or Mark and see if there were any other guys from the school they could introduce me to." "That's fine. Will you be home for lunch?" "Don't know yet. Let's say we each get our own lunch?" "Ok. You know where the bread and butter is. You can fix yourself a peanut butter sandwich or something." "Thanks mom, see you later." I left the kitchen and went back upstairs to get ready to go out. A few minutes later and my feet hit the pavement pushing off on my skate board heading towards the park. I hadn't made any arrangements to meet with any of the guys, but reckoned they would probably put in an appearance at the park anyway. I was right. As I arrived I saw Mark and was rather pleased to see that Burt was with him. I watched quietly for a while to get some idea of how good Burt was and soon knew that he was only as good as a beginner. I put my board onto the concrete and headed in their direction calling out a greeting as I got close to them. Just then Burt lost his balance and ended up with his bum landing rather heavily on the floor. "Ouch! That's got to have hurt, Burt." I said in sympathy. There was the smarting of tears in eyes and so I knew it had hurt quite a bit. This was even more evident when he tried to get up. I reckoned he had bruised his coccyx. "Rather. Fuck that does hurt." Mark and I helped him to stand up and he tried to take a step. "Ouch, shit it hurts like fuck." And he hobbled with our help over to the edge of the rink. As he sat down, he grimaced and it was obvious that he was in quite a lot of pain. "Do you want to go home?" I asked "I don't know if I can make it." Burt said. "We'll help you." Mark offered. "Yeah. What we will do is help you to stand up on your skate board and then you can put an arm around each of our shoulders and we will push you home. You won't even have to walk and you won't be falling down because we will be your crutches." I said. "That's a great idea" Mark enthused. "Ok, let's give it a try. At least at home I will have something soft to sit on." Burt agreed. We got his skateboard into position and then we helped Burt to stand up and get on the board. We started off rather wobbly, but soon got the hang of it and had Burt moving along fairly smoothly and relative pain free. It seemed that it was only when he moved, or put pressure on his bum that it actually hurt. Mark kind of led the way as I didn't know where Burt lived. Fortunately he was not that far away and it only took about twenty minutes to get to his house. If we were all in fit condition we could probably have done it in abut 12 minutes as his house was only just into the Howbridge estate on the other side of Hatfield road. "I have to get my key out as there is nobody else at home." Burt told us. "Where is your key, I'll get it out while you hang on." I offered. "It's in my jeans pocket on your side." He told me. I slipped a hand into his pocket and took a grip on the keys. As I pulled them out I could feel the hem of his briefs under my fingers and somehow this got me to thinking. "Perhaps we should check your arse out when we get inside." I said, handing the key to Mark as he was closest to the door. "You can help me take a piss first." Burt said. Mark used his foot to lift the front of the skateboard over the door frame and I followed suit for the back and then we were wheeling him down the corridor. "Go to the end and turn right, please. The loo's there." Burt requested. We squeezed into the toilet and stood side by side with our shoulders pressed against the wall and Burt sandwiched in between. Not being the shy one, I put a hand forward and began to undo Burt's fly. But being a bit sneakier, I didn't just undo the zip, I also undid the top catch so that I could then push his jeans down to his knees. I then did the same for his undies and pushed those down as far as I could and sliding a hand up his leg I took hold of his cock and aimed it at the bowl. "Ok. You can piss now." I told him as I pulled his foreskin back a bit so that his piss could miss it. To this day, I cannot understand how guys can piss without pulling the skin back. I mean I know that it retracts better as you get older, but by the time you are able to piss unaided as a toddler, you can pull it back enough to clear the slit at least. (Author's note: Just a suggestion - perhaps some of the uncut readers can give their view on this issue when they write back to me about the story.) Of course Burt's cock was already getting hard and he complained that he wouldn't be able to piss like that. "Just try. Put a bit of effort into it and it will come if there is enough in there." Mark added for good measure as both he and I began to giggle. "It's alright for you two. Go on then and laugh at my expense." Burt was not that impressed, but the giggling had taken his mind off his cock and nature took its course with a stream of piss. When he had finished I shook his cock a few times and then dried the end with a bit of toilet paper and we flushed the toilet. "Right let's back him out and get him to his room so he can lie down." I said. "Aren't you going to pull my trousers up first? And maybe also let go of my cock?" Burt asked. "No to the first question," I answered, "There's no point. We will only have to take it all down again to check out your arse to make sure it is not seriously in need of a doctor's attention. And I guess for now, no, to the second question also. I like it that way." Of course as I had also been slowly jacking his cock he was good and hard now as well. We backed him out and Mark said, "Right which way to your room?" Fortunately Burt lived in a bungalow and so we did not have to get him up any stairs. He directed and we pushed/pulled him along. Stopping by the side of the bed, Mark said, "Ok, let go so that we can take your shirt off." He had twigged to my line of thought and soon we were going to have Burt naked and at our mercy. We pulled Burt's shirt off over his head and then helped him to practically fall in slow motion face forwards onto his bed; lying at an angle with his head towards his pillows but with his legs still hanging off the edge of the bed. We then removed his shorts and undies in a quick slip of movement as well as his trainers. And lifting his legs gently swung him around a bit so his whole body was now on the bed. The examination then began. I lightly ran my hands down his back towards his crack. There was a dark red mark where his bum had hit the concrete of the rink, and signs of a bruise coming out. My light touch caused a bit of a shudder but no yelp of pain. I ran my hands over his buttocks and down between his legs until my fingers were able to caress his sack. Then I slid back over his bum with a finger riding in his crack and I applied a little more pressure because I wanted to feel of there was any bone movement and also to see what Burt's reaction would be. He complained that it hurt a little, but not that much. "Mark, take off your clothes so that I can compare you two." I ordered. Mark began to protest and then realised what I was up to and so complied and soon was as naked as the day he was born with a hard-on that would have been impressive on that same day, "Lie down next to Burt, here." I ordered again getting Mark to lie down with his bum in line with Burt's. I then spread their outside legs and knelt down with a knee either side of their inside legs. This gave me access to both of them at the same time. I ran a hand over Mark's bum and made a good job of feeling it so that I could recognise if there was anything different in Burt's bum. Of course I also had to go down between his legs and feel his ball bag. Something which Mark had no complaints about. While I had been doing this, my other hand had been massaging Burt's legs and the lower part of his arse cheeks. I then ran a hand back up over the top end of his backside and applied a slighter greater degree of pressure than the last time. Although I could not feel anything different between the two bums, Burt complained that my hand had hurt him quite a bit that time. "I think you only have bruising there, but I guess that will take some time to heal up also as the bruising probably is fairly deep. What do you think Mark?" "I haven't really had a chance to examine him yet. Let me have a look and I will tell you then." Mark replied, as he got up onto his knees and then began to move around to have a closer look at Burt's bum. "You better give me something to compare it with also," he told me, "After all I don't have a degree in human anatomy." I stripped off and lay down where Mark had been previously. Mark then positioned himself where I had been and began a bi examination. Running a hand up the inside of our legs at the same time he commented that there didn't seem to be any significant difference there. Then he went on to fondle our balls and there were several "Ah, I see," comments made. "Well one is definitely smoother than the other in this area." He said and I realised it was because I was bald and Burt still had all his pubes in place. Then a finger ran up our cracks and came to a rest on our puckers. Pushing gently and then circling a bit he managed to elicit groans of pleasure out of both of us. Going on up our cracks he then ran his hands lightly over our cheeks and got still more pleasure indications. However on one of his passes he must have put a bit too much pressure on Burt's bum because there a yelp and Burt cried out, "That fucking hurt, you shit head. I am a wounded person here you know." "So I guess a fuck's out of the question then." Mark said. "You guess fucking right there." Burt answered. "Never mind, I'll kiss it better them." Mark said as he bent forward and began to kiss and then lick Burt's arse. This caused Burt to writhe a bit, which in turn caused him a bit of pain so he asked Mark to stop. Mark didn't stop, he just switched bums and soon was giving me a hickie on my one arse cheek. "You two bring each other off and I'll watch." Burt said. He clearly wanted to have a ring side seat to watch us doing things. "Tell you what. Put the duvet down on the floor and you two have a little wrestling match. The winner gets to suck both the loser's and my cocks. Win decided by two falls or a submission. No squeezing the testicles or ripping the cock off. Otherwise all holds are acceptable." Mark and I liked that idea and so agreed. We rolled up the duvet against Burt's body and then helped him to move over onto his sheet and lie on his side near the edge of the bed so that he could see us on the floor. We then took the duvet and spread it out. Moving into the middle of it we began to circle each other in the hopes of getting a chance to get the upper hand on the other. Suddenly Mark lunged at me, but I side stepped and putting an arm around him I managed to grab hold of his nipple while at the same time pull him back against my leg and get him off balance. We landed in a heap on the floor with me on top of Mark with my face buried in his crotch and so I opened my mouth and swallowed his cock. Wrapping my lips around my teeth I clamped down on his cock and held it there. Mark reached over me and taking a cue from me, he grabbed a hold on my nipple and turned as he pulled back. I had to let go of his cock to yell out my pain and he then grabbed my head and pulled that back as well so that I was now lying on my back over his chest. Meanwhile Burt was slowly jacking himself off as he watched. Mark then put an arm down between my legs and grabbed a hold of my arse. Putting his other arm over my chest he rolled his body as he lifted my arse and slid my shoulders down onto the floor for the first pin. We broke the hold and then remained kneeling as we faced each other to start again. "You were just lucky with that one." I taunted him, "Now expect to suffer." "Suffer? Me? No! It's you that'll be suffering, my friend." He retorted While his concentration was centred on responding to my jibe, I attacked. Lunging forward and upward, I threw my arms over his shoulders and then tucked them round under his chest and grabbed a handful of tit in each hand. I now had my stomach over the top of his head and I pushed down to force his head towards the floor. I then relinquished my hold on his tits and sliding my hands down his front and between his legs. He thought that I was going to go for his balls, but that was an illegal move, and I could end up with a disqualification for it which would mean no cumfeast for me as I was already that one fall down. Instead I took as strong a grip on the inside of his legs as I and lifted him up. This threw Mark off balance and I was able to let his head slide, or rather drop to the floor. (Thank goodness the duvet was there to cushion the bump). Leaning back a bit I was able to force Mark to push his head forward and then by pushing down on his groin, I forced his shoulders to the floor. Mark's legs were flailing about in the air, but I was able to hold him with his back pushed hard against my legs. Unfortunately, our positions meant that in this way, Mark was giving Burt a full frontal view and with his pecker hard, Burt's attention was not on counting the pin. "Count quickly Burt!" I yelled and he did, leaving us with one fall a piece. "That should count as two falls, because Burt didn't count quick enough, and I held you in the pin for long enough." I claimed, as once again Mark and I faced each other kneeling on the duvet. "No fucking chance." Mark responded. "There's nothing in the rules that allows for anything of that sort." he was very adamant. "Wait!" Burt called, "I think you had better straighten up the duvet before you go for the last fall. We agreed with this and stood up to sort it out. While we were doing this, I suggested that for this last one, we should both get on the duvet once again on our knees, but with our backs up and both facing Burt. Then when he gave us the order we could start and not before, so that the element of surprise was taken out and we would probably get in a longer bout before one of us lost to the other. Burt immediately agreed to this with the proviso that when we faced him we had to stroke and get fully hard, then he would tell us to stop wanking and only some time after that would he give us the go ahead to wrestle. We both accepted this fuller proposal and knelt down on the duvet about a foot apart and began to stroke. It did not take much to get us hard as we were practically hard before we started to wank our cocks. However, Burt was not letting us off that easy. Indeed, it was only when Mark said that he was ready to cum, that Burt told us we could stop. He then must have had us stay like that for full couple of minutes until he saw our cocks beginning to deflate before he gave us the go ahead to wrestle. We turned into each other and both tried to get the advantage by going for a body hold. The result was that we clinched in a body hug. Like that we both tried to twist to get the other off balance and all we succeeded in doing was rucking up the duvet and getting a lot of flesh to rub against another lot of flesh. Surprisingly, our concentration on winning the match must have been so focused that even with this rubbing of naked flesh to naked flesh of hormone saturated horny teenagers, it was sufficient to allow our boners to relax. Mark managed to get a leg around my leg and with a deft flip I was on my back with Mark lying over my stomach and trying his best to get an arm around at least one of my legs to try and lift me to pin my shoulders to the floor. However, he was lying to far down my torso and I was easily able to keep those all important shoulders in the air. While he was concentrating unsuccessfully on getting an arm around my legs I was able to get a hold of his other arm and managed to get his hand in a lock where by exerting pressure was able to bring him to a point where he would do almost anything I wanted him to do. Of course, at first all I asked of him was to surrender, but that is one thing he did not seem inclined to contemplate at all. Changing my tactics then I forced him through pain to get up off of me and move into a seated position on the duvet. I then tried to get him to lie down on his back but he would have none of that either as he knew it would then be fairly easy for me to get into a position to him. So I decided to have a little fun first, and reminding him that he was not allowed to do any damage to my privates, I had him lick and suck on them for a bit until I was fully hard again. I did actually have an ulterior motive in this in that as he was sucking on me I had to be positioned close to his shoulders and as soon as I felt I had had enough (after all I was expecting to win and would then still receive a blow job anyway), I got my cock out of his mouth and immediately let go of his hand and pushed him backwards dropping as he went back so that I was then sitting on his chest. This however was not quite enough to force his shoulders to the floor and so I then had to try and move so that my knees could be pressed against his shoulders and fix them in the desired place. This did not quite work out and the upshot was that Mark managed to bring his legs up and hook his feet around my head and then pull me backwards. Luckily for me, Mark did not follow it through, and so did not pin me; which he could easily have done at that point, had he followed it through. Instead I was able to wriggle out of the hold and launched a counter attack, by throwing myself forward onto Mark. This left us lying facing to face, with me on top of him, and my still hard cock digging into his stomach. But I did not have enough purchase and Mark rolled to his side and dislodged me. We continued to wrestle for quite a while with the advantage constantly changing from one to the other. Then Mark got me on my back with him astride me facing towards my feet. He sat down with his bum covering my face and his hands pushing down on my stomach. As he got lower my nose started to push into his arse hole and I realised that I could easily be suffocated by this. In a slight fit of panic, I raised my legs up and locking my ankles around the lower part of his head, I squeezed and pulled him forward at the same time. This had the advantage of getting his arse off my face and freeing my hands up while exerting quite a bit of pressure on his head which hurt a lot. I used my free hands to give him a very hard double whack on his arse and then stuck a finger up his hole. This without lubrication must have hurt, but I was not yet thinking too clearly and was still acting on the adrenalin rush my panic had caused. Mark called out something, but it was muffled by my legs around his jaw; so I ignored it and proceeded to push forward with the hand which had a finger up his arsehole. This brought the top of his head down to the floor and left his balls and cock dangling in front of my face. I couldn't resist it and so gave his cock a few tugs and then some more gentler strokes which got it erect. But this would never get me the pin or submission I wanted and so I manoeuvred myself as much as possible against Mark's struggles and then let him go. Meanwhile Burt was still lying on the bed, stroking himself and thoroughly enjoying the whole deal. Mark appeared to be a little tired and I thought I might be able to capitalise on that and so immediately went into the attack again. This time I got Mark on his back, with both his legs in the air. Mark thought he could get me into a similar scissors grip like I had his head, but I had the advantage in that I was kneeling and Mark was flat on his back. He locked his ankles around my neck, but could not put any pressure on my windpipe as his legs were on either side rather than front and back. I used this to my advantage and putting my hands into his hip joints, I pulled back with my arms while pushing forward with my shoulders, lifting his bum off the floor and forcing his shoulders onto the floor. Burt counted to three and it was all over; I had won and would now claim my prize. As I let Mark go, I gave his cock a few more caressing strokes and sang, "Put those sweet lips around my dong; Let your tongue lick all day long." Mark got up off the floor and came to me to shake my hand. "Ok, you got me this time, but I will have my turn the next time." I just chuckled and sang my little ditty again, thrusting my hips forward with my already hard pecker jutting out like a flag pole. "No, You got to suck me first." Burt cried out in fear of having to go even longer before he was satisfied. I guess the stroking he had done on himself had brought him to a point where he was fairly close to his orgasm anyway. Mark did not shy away from his side of the deal. Helping Burt to roll onto his back and spread his legs, he climbed onto the bed and soon was slurping his tongue all over Burt's groin area. Mark also did not try to get his task over and done with as quickly as possible either. He would have rimmed Burt before taking his cock into his mouth, except Burt found it too painful to put his legs up high enough for Mark to get his tongue to Burt's chute. In fact Mark spent at least ten minutes giving Burt a good tongue washing before he took his cock completely into his mouth. Then Mark did all sorts of things which caused Burt to groan and writhe in ecstasy. I sat on the floor on the duvet slowly jerking my cock as I watched the art of Mark. Finally Mark began to really go at Burt's cock and along with deep-throating him was clearly making Burt very happy indeed. Burt's groans got more intense and then his whole body stiffened and he lifted his bum up so that only his shoulders and heels were touching the bed as his orgasm began. Mark kept up his expert work and Burt jerked as he shot load after load down Mark's throat. Eventually Burt called to Mark to stop as his feelings were too intense for him to cope with. Mark stopped sucking and with Burt's softening cock still deep-throated Mark began to hum. Burt almost immediately had a couple more aftershocks and cried out for Mark to stop. Mark licked Burt's cock clean as he came up off it and looking Burt right in the eyes he grinned and said, "I guess you enjoyed that?" "Enjoyed is not the word for it, man. That was the most awesome fucking bj I have ever had. You can put those lips around my best friend any time you want." Mark enthused. I wanted as good a bj as Burt had got, but realised that Mark could not sustain that sort of action on me if he went at it immediately after he had finished with Burt and so I suggested that I give him a good sucking while he got his breath back and then he could complete his part of the deal. Mark had thought that with losing the match he would not get blown at all that morning and so he readily agreed. "But if you want to stick you finger up my arse again, you had better make sure it is well covered in your spit first. No more dry drilling by you today please." and he lay down on the floor with his legs spread and his hard cock showing a great readiness with a fair bit of precum glistening on the end. His cock was so hard and engorged that his foreskin was pulled back revealing nearly the entire glans. I lifted his legs and began at his bum giving him my tongue and lashing spit onto the whole area around his hole as I had every intention of getting a finger or two up there in time to help him come hard. When I thought he had had enough of my tongue there I put my finger in my mouth and getting it all spitted up, moved that to his hole while I moved my tongue onto the path from his bum to his ball sack. Then as I began to take each testicle into my mouth in turn for a tongue washing, I slid a finger up his chute and began to gently finger fuck his bum. I found I was building up quite a bit of saliva in my mouth and instead of trying to swallow it, I let it run out and down towards his bum. This added more lubricant to my finger and let me get a second finger wet. Pulling my finger nearly all the way out, I put the second finger alongside it and began to push back in, Mark groaned a bit, but I think it was more in enjoyment than in pain as the two fingers slipped past his sphincter. With two fingers making inroads to his prostate, Mark was leaking precum by the gallon. I had no intentions of letting that go waste and so moved up take his prick into my mouth. I am not too practised at deep throating and so decided to get a bit more experience and swallowed his cock down, burying my nose in his pubes. I then began to hum just as he had done with Burt, but at the same time my fingers were probing as far into his anus as I could get them. "Put a third finger in please." Mark asked and I willingly obliged. Pulling the other two out, I released his cock and sucked on the three fingers I was going to be using to get a good layer of spit over them and then I moved them back down to his bum, while my mouth took his cock in again. I began to bob up and down on his dick, flicking my tongue over the head and down over the sensitive part where the foreskin joins the under part of his cock at the fraenulum. Putting some pressure on, his arse opened up and the three fingers slid in. He obviously was used to being stretched this much and then I remembered that he and his brother indulged each other form time to time and his brother being that much older had bigger fingers and a fatter dick. I buried my fingers in as deep as I could and then started to wriggle them around alternating that with a bit of finger fucking. Once again I swallowed his cock and tried to deep throat it once more. After a bit of mild gagging I swallowed and got it down the right way, but found that I was not able to do that much and so I went back to sucking and sliding in his shaft instead. It did not take long with this for Mark to begin to show signs of building up to his orgasm. This encouraged me and I did all I could to make his cock delight in the final lead up to the climax. With my fingers going ten to the dozen in his backside and my tongue dancing on his cock head with my head bouncing up and down in an increasing tempo, Mark, like Burt, began the uncontrollable movements that precede a humongous orgasm. With a cry he began to shoot and I quickly swallowed his cock back down my throat and began to hum again. Mark was holding my head and trying to push it further down his cock, but unfortunately my nose would not penetrate his pubis and so I could get no more of his dick down my throat. I don't know how much he came because I couldn't feel all of it going down, but he had one of the longest orgasms I had ever witnessed or experienced. After what seemed to me to be a couple of minutes, Mark pulled my head off his dick and I let my fingers slip out of his arse. "Thanks Mick, that was very good. Let me get my breath back and I will do you." I looked up at Burt and he had a great grin on his face and a hard cock sticking out from his hips. There was precum leaking from it and so I just moved in and gave it a lick to taste his cock. I had tasted it before at the vetting by the duck pond, but I had not had enough opportunity to really take notice of what his cock was like. Being erect I was viewing it in its largest state at this stage of his development. I guessed it was about four and half inches long and as thick as a large marker pen. His foreskin was still covering the glans, but only just. There was a little ring of opening showing his piss slit, but the glans was not actually protruding out of the skin, neither did his foreskin form a tunnel from the end of his cock. I reached out my hand and slid his skin back so that I could see the rest of his head. It was beautiful. A lovely darker shade of the skin on his scrotum which was a bit darker than the white of his cock. I continued to fondle his cock while I waited for Mark to recover enough to complete his duty. I was not really jacking Burt off, but was doing enough to keep his interests up. Then Mark announced he was ready and asked me to lie on the bed on my back with my bum over the end so that he had better access to my whole region. Once I was lying on the bed having helped Burt to get into a good viewing position on the duvet still on the floor, Mark crawled in under my legs and got them resting over his shoulders. While he began licking me on the sensitive part just underneath my scrotum, he also gently massaged my bum with his finger, gradually collecting spit off my skin and moving it up to lubricate the hole. Then slowly his finger slipped in and he began to stretch my hole. My balls then felt the skill of his tongue while they got covered in spit and his other hand was drawing little circles on my bum cheeks. Then his finger came out of my bum and he shot in there with his tongue pushing it in as far as he could get it. I was in heaven. After some time of this while my bum was also still being tickled in circles Mark moved back up to lick between there and my balls while he slipped two fingers in where his tongue had just left. Just when I felt I was beginning to get desperate, Mark swallowed my cock down the deepest it had ever been deep-throated. While Kevin could give good blow jobs and control the recipients climb to climax, he had not taken my cock this far into his throat. I was experiencing new heights of sensation and was thoroughly enjoying the whole blow job. Mark then forced a third finger up into my bum and began bobbing up and down on my cock while his spare hand fondled my balls, having moved from the cheeks of my bum. As much as I would have liked to hold off, and prolong the experience as long as possible, I was totally in Mark's control and exploded with a mighty orgasm. As with Burt, Mark did not let up and swallowing my cock back down his throat again he began to hum and the vibrations made my orgasm last even longer. But the feelings became too intense and I had to have Mark release me from his enjoyable torture. I lay on the bed and then heard some grunting and looking over, I saw Burt as he came again by his own hand. We lay around naked for quite a while as we each recovered from our orgasms. After a few minutes we kind of moved together and just sat naked talking over any subject under the sun. I guess we must have been like that for at least an hour when we began to talk about the club and the inner circle. Burt seemed to know a bit more than us about the initiation weekend, and told us that while at times there might be a bit of pain or embarrassment, for most of the weekend it will just be a lot of great sexual stimulation. "You'll wank others and get wanked, suck and get sucked, fuck and get fucked. You will probably not wear a stitch of clothing from the time you arrive to the time you leave." Burt told us. "What about food and such like?" I asked. I guess it was getting close to lunch time and my thoughts were turning to the second most important thing in my life - food. "You will either be given a list of what to bring, or be asked to contribute some money towards the costs." Burt answered. "You know that you're not supposed to talk about the initiation." Mark reminded Burt. "Yeah, I know, but I don't think I have really told Mick anything that he doesn't already know or will know before he goes anyway." Burt defended himself. "Will you guys be there?" I asked. "We don't know. If we get asked and our parents say ok, I guess we will." Mark said. "Well I think it's time I was heading home for lunch, but before I go, can I fix anything for you Burt?" I asked. "Thanks Mick, but it's really ok, as my mom will be home in time to make lunch." he replied. "Yeah, I guess I best be going too." Mark said and stood up to begin getting dressed. "Will you guys help me to get dressed before you go please?" Burt asked. "No ways, we are just going to leave you like that for your mom to find you." I teased. "No please don't" Burt begged. "Why not, I think it would do you good to be seen in the nude by your mom." Mark picked up on the teasing. "No, please, please. My mom hasn't seen me naked since I was able to dress and bath by myself. I can't let her see me like this now. Please help me." Burt was pleading as if his life depended on it. We both broke out laughing. "You're a right arsehole, egghead, of course we wouldn't leave you like that. I grabbed his undies and began to fit his feet through the holes and slide them up his legs. I got them to his knees and then did the same with his jeans. "I think it would be easier now if you were standing. Mark help me to get him up, please." Mark stopped doing his shirt buttons up and moved over to give me hand to pick Burt up into a standing position. I then pulled his undies up and made sure that my hand brushed against his cock on the way up. I pulled his jeans up and spent a lot of time rubbing against his cock as I struggled with the fly on his jeans. I could have done it a lot quicker but that would not have been as much fun. Grabbing his T shirt, I told him to put his hands in the air and I slid it over his arms. When I had got the bottom of the shirt over his head, I stopped pulling it down, while I had a little feel of his tits and then sucked on each of his nipples. Once I had had a little taste of them I pulled his shirt the rest of the way down. I was sorry that the fashion did not allow for the shirt to be tucked in as I could have enjoyed another feel of his cock that way. "Right, Mark, you can get his trainers on him while I get dressed now." I told Mark as he was pulling his trainers on. He was already fully clothed and apart from helping to get Burt up had not assisted in his dressing yet. I helped Mark get Burt lying down on the bed again and then turned away to pull on my shorts and shirt and followed it with my trainers. By this time Burt had his on as well and we were all fully dressed again. "Can you guys help me get to the lounge so I can watch TV while I wait for my mom to come home, please?" Burt asked. We didn't tease him this time and said we would but first we had tidy his room up and remake the bed. We helped Burt to stand and eased him over into a corner by the door out of the way. Mark and I straightened the bed out and then pulled the duvet back over it. With that we supported Burt as he walked through to the lounge. I guess he was feeling a tiny bit better as he was able to walk even though he was clearly still in pain. We got him settled in the lounge with the TV on and the remote in reach and then let ourselves out. I walked with Mark as far as the turn off to my house and then we parted company. I reminded him that I was meeting with the guys from the inner circle at 10.00 on Sunday and said that maybe we could meet up after that. Mark said that he had quite a lot of chores to do and wasn't sure he would get through them before lunch. "I'm supposed to have done several of them during the week and now dad has given me a deadline. If I haven't done them by the time he gets home from bowls on Sunday, I will be grounded." "Ok then, I'll probably see you around during the week. Give us a call, sometime." I told him, and we parted to go our own ways home. I fixed myself some lunch and then went up to my room. I decided to stay in for the afternoon and just relax. Once again I was feeling guilty. Why? And why did I not feel that guilt with David? I lay on my bed, still with my clothes on and thought about this. My hands did not even venture down to my cock, even though I was thinking about sex. I didn't even have a hard-on, which has to have been a first in a long time - to be thinking about sex and not be aroused. Shit I was so confused. How could I sort this out and who could I talk about it with? I knew that abstinence was not the answer. I could not last without getting some sex from someone else. Ok so I could go solo; I argued with myself, but that would soon not be enough. And I wanted to fuck someone again. I would have to talk to mom about getting Brandon and Kevin around. Maybe if I could talk it over with them and be assured of their blessing it would help. Or would seeing them just make it worse? Would that sharpen the fading memories? - not that they had really faded anyway. And then I had David coming around to stay on Monday. How was I going to be able to help him when I was so fucking mixed up myself? I almost shouted that last thought out aloud. Fortunately I hadn't as just then I heard the sounds of mom coming in. I looked at my watch and saw that I had been wrestling with these problems for over two hours. I needed a break and so went downstairs to greet mom and go through all the usual pleasantries that involved. At least it would take my mind off of the problem for a bit. Sunday came and at 10.00 I was at the appointed meeting place and getting all the information I was going to need. "All you need to bring is your personal stuff, like clothes and tooth brush and a sleeping bag." Jim told me. "What about food and the cost of travelling?" I asked. "Usually, we ask for some contribution towards all of that, but this time, as Bob is going to be initiated into the inner circle, his brother, Cliff, has offered to cover the costs as his gift to Bob." Jim added. "Will Cliff be there also?" I asked. "Oh yes, otherwise we probably wouldn't be allowed to go." Bob answered. "I think my mom will want to talk to your parents to make sure it's all safe for her little boy." I said, "Who should I tell her to ring, if that's ok?" Bob grinned. He had seen the irony in my phrase and then he said, "She should ring my mum as Cliff has been going for several years and mum will be able to tell her what she needs to hear." With that I left them and returned home to let mom know the details I had learnt and give her Bob's mother's phone number. I relayed it all to mom and then asked her what she thought. Could I go? "If I get the answers I want from Bob's mother then I think it will be ok. By the way, I have also got something to tell you. well actually two things, but it will have to wait till after I have made this call." Mom said. "What's it about?" I asked. I hated it when mom did this to me. She was always leaving me in suspense. "One thing at a time." Was the only answer I got. Well that's all for this chapter. Please don't forget to write and let me know if you are really enjoying the story. Am I putting too much sex in? Are my descriptions detailed enough or too detailed? Is it too much for Mick to find so many gay friends? Please tell me your views. Oh and all you fellas who are intact, let me know what you think about taking a piss with your foreskin still over your cock head. Maybe some cut guys would also like to comment. Address at the top.