Date: Sun, 2 Nov 2008 07:38:48 +0100
From: succum241 <succum241@lycos.co.uk>
Subject: Mick and Friends - 37

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
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Thanks
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Chapter 36 ended

Mark and I shared a look of excitement mixed with nervousness and curiosity
as we approached the object and began to lift the dust sheet. Lifting the
sheet we saw something with a peculiar shape, which did not throw much
light on the mystery of our memorial. We took a grip at either end of it
and picking it up discovered that it was quite light and so not too
difficult for us to carry it outside.



Authors note: I wonder if you have guessed what it is that the two had to
carry out? Read on to find out.



Chapter 37

We placed the odd bench down on the concrete slab which formed a patio like
place at the back of the cottage. As we put it down, the other guys came
out with a bunch of more odd looking items and began to fit them to the
bench. As they did, I began to realise that we would be "Fitted" onto the
bench and these attachments, but quite for what, still was not sure. Simon
then came up to me and using the remote turned my beads off. You get to go
second this time, so come inside with me as we don't want you to watch what
happens. I was taken inside and kept under "guard" by Simon, while they did
whatever it was to Mark. This took the best part of an hour or more, during
which time Simon and I had a normal sort of conversation. That is as normal
as you can get while sitting in the nude looking at a very good looking guy
sitting with shorts on that showed his equipment every time he moved and
caused his shorts leg to gape. Simon at least was not wearing anything
under his shorts. But the conversation revolved around me more than him as
he did not seem to be that willing to talk about his life, and especially
that of his time sharing accommodation with Cliff. All he told me about
this was that he and Cliff were in a very special relationship, and the
only time that was broken was when a club initiation weekend came up. Which
was only once a year, in the summer holidays. He also told me that he
worked for a world famous electronics company who were responsible for the
town of Chelmsford being the birthplace of radio. (And there are no prizes
for guessing which company that might be.)

I on the other hand was almost interrogated, with Simon wanting to know how
it came about that I chose not to wear underwear at all. "That's a hard and
long story which I prefer not to share. I have only told a very few people
and I don't want to go into it now as the pain of memories might ruin the
weekend." I responded.

"Sorry, Mick, I am not trying to pry into private things, so don't feel you
have to tell me or anyone else here, for that matter, anything you don't
want to. Ok?" Simon was quick to reply. I just nodded my head in
acknowledgement of his answer.

"So is it ok to tell me how you learnt you were gay?" Simon continued.

"It's ok to ask, but I'm not sure I can give a full answer. I guess it kind
of crept up on me." I then went on to tell him about Brandon, and then how
I came to get together with Kevin and how we took each other's
cherries. With further probing, Simon got my history very expertly right
down to Dave and how I felt about him and how that made this weekend so
confusing. "I mean, I like all the sex and stuff, and so far there hasn't
been anything I didn't want to do; but I still feel guilty about it and how
I'm being unfaithful to David.

"Yes, that has come up in conversations about how we were going to handle
this weekend, because we understand how it is to feel the way you have
described towards one person. We actually thought you would drop out of the
initiation, and had agreed that if you did, we would not let you know, but
that those at the school would still protect you against the homophobes
there. But since you have come with us in order to keep a promise and have
not flinched at anything we have demanded of you, we have some even better
news for you, and I am now at liberty, as the second in charge of the club,
to tell you that news. By the time this weekend is over, and bear in mind
that we are more than halfway through it already, you will be a full member
of the club, still with entitlement to join the inner circle if so invited
at a later date; but with one difference, we will not hold you to the
agreement that we older ones get to have you for a bit of fun from time to
time. Also Bob has agreed to let you go as his ward. In fact he asked us,
rather than us asking him. This means that while at school, you will
receive the full protection and help from the club members, but you will be
allowed to remain 100% faithful to David, unless you so choose not to. The
only member of the club who has not yet agreed to this is the other newest
member – Mark and I am sure he will not be any different. What do you
think of that?"

I was choking back a sob and my eyes were tearing up once more. Why was I
such a woos when it came to others showing me so much kindness? I managed
to gain control quite quickly and so in a quavering voice told Simon how I
did not know why people were being so kind to me all the time and I was
sorry that I was a bit blubbery. Simon got up and came across the room to
me and put his arm around my shoulders. "People are kind to you, because
you are kind to them first and also you are one great and cute guy. I am
jealous of David, and I have a love of my life." This brought a grin to my
face and Simon pulled a tissue out of his shorts and wiped my eyes for me
with the gentlest of touches. It was so nice.

It was a good job we had got that sorted out, because no sooner had my eyes
been dried than it was announced they were ready for me now. By this time,
with the beads off and the change in conversation, my cock was at the most
flaccid it had been during my waking hours since we left my house to come
on this trip. Of course it would not be like that for long, because of what
was to happen to me round the back. When I got there, it was to see the
bench set up with the various attachments on it, but no Mark in site to
give me any idea of what was about to take place. The top of the bench had
what looked moulded padding which was curved in a concave along the
length. It also glistened in the sun and I could faintly detect the colours
of the rainbow in the shiny black surface. I was told to lie down on my
back on the bench. When I did so, I discovered that there was no padding
and the top of the bench was made out of some sort of hard plastic, which
had a coating of oil on it. When I was flat on my back, I was pulled by my
legs to move me down the bench. Once I was at the desired position, two `L'
shaped plates with a foam rubber covering on were moved into position with
the angle of the L fitting into the angle made by my neck and shoulders on
either side. The base plate of the L ensured that my shoulders were
prevented from moving back up the bench and the sides of the L were holding
my head so that I could not turn it to one side or the other, and so was
looking straight up into the sky. Then a strap was placed from the one L
over my forehead and attached to the other L; while a second strapped
pulled up under my chin so that I could not tilt my head down to look
towards my feet. Next another strap was pulled over my chest and I could
feel that this was just below my nipples so that they were not hidden.

All this while, two of the guys had been holding on to my legs, but these
were now placed into things similar to what I had seen on films for
pregnant woman who were about to give birth. These were now cranked out so
that my legs were spread wide apart; leaving me feeling very vulnerable. My
hands and arms were then fitted into things which kept them securely under
control. During all this I still had not got hard and so one of the guys
began to play with my cock and rubbed oil or Vaseline into it.

"Ah, his beads are not turned on." I think it was Bob who made that
observation, but I can't be sure, because I could not see any of the guys,
and my ears were somewhat muffled behind the padding of the brackets
holding my head in place. I felt the beads start up, and that combined with
the work of someone's hand and my own teenage pre-occupation with anything
to do with my penis, got me hard and ready quickly. Then I felt the bench
beginning to lift my bum above my head height. They were cranking the one
end of the bench up and soon I felt the pressure on my shoulders as my body
began to slip on the oiled surface and came up against the brackets
mentioned earlier. Now I knew why they were shaped the way they were.

Once they got it so that I was at about 45° to the horizontal they began to
mess around with my groin area and I could feel them fitting bits in which
pressed into the inside of my legs and onto my tummy; but quite what it was
I could not be sure. I could also feel them rubbing something into the area
around my cock and then also into my cock and balls and they made sure my
cock was really hard; I also felt the beads speed up to what must have been
the full rate.  The next thing I felt was some sort of stuff being poured
over my groin area. It was not really liquid as it did not run all over the
place, but rather oozed its way around. It was not cold to start, but I
could feel it getting a bit warmer as time progressed. Once they had
finished pouring this stuff on me, they began to stimulate my other
erogenous zones like my nipples and the sides of my torso. I now know that
this was to help me maintain my erection while the plaster of Paris
set. This was the first step in my memorial. They made a mould out of
plaster of Paris of my hard cock and balls. Then into this mould they
poured a latex mixture and allowed it to set. This first one the latex mix
was a soft type and so they were able to pull it out of the mould without
damaging the mould. Then they made a second casting, but this time they
used a different mix which set a bit harder, and they also put a spring
down the centre of the cock portion to give it extra stability. But to get
this one out of the mould, they had to cut the mould and so any further
castings would not be as true as these first two and would probably also
show a joining line were the two halves of the mould were put back together
again. But I digress once more.

When they removed the plaster cast off of me, they did not release me
straight away, but instead took it in turns to come and play with my cock a
bit, and ask me to try and guess who was playing with me by the way they
played. Needless to say, I was totally useless and couldn't guess a single
one. I was a bit relieved when they told me that Mark had also not managed
to guess anyone correctly. At last they let me off of the bench and I was
taken back inside to find that a mini studio had been set up in one of the
rooms. There were a number of lights all with big reflectors on them and
also at least three cameras on tripods. Mark and I were to star in the next
porno movie of the club. We were made to get into the bed and have just a
sheet over us and pretend to be asleep. Of course with the beads still
going great guns inside our bums and our already stimulated but not
satisfied cocks throbbing in solid erections, these showed as great bulges
in the sheets. I was then ordered to move onto my side and push my leg
forward so that it came out from under the sheet. While I was lying like
this, Mark was also ordered to turn onto his side and as he did, he was to
pull the sheet with him so that it revealed his naked bum from that side of
the bed. It also meant that Mark was semi-spooned into my back. It must
have been warm, for we were restless and soon enough I was ordered to turn
back lie face up, but I had to use me leg which was sticking out of the
sheet to hook and pull the sheet over with me as I turned so that it was
only lying over the top half of my body. Watching the film later on, my
movements had a good effect and when I was back lying on my back, my cock
was still hidden under the sheet, but my balls could be seen when the
camera was angled to film straight up my legs. After a few more rolls "in
our sleep", we were both almost totally uncovered and clearly showing great
hard-ons as well as the string of wires from the beads coming out of our
bums. Of course the inevitable had to happen and I was ordered to slowly
come awake and then roll over and start playing with Mark's cock which
would cause him to wake up as well. Once we were both awake we had to play
with each other for some time and then move into a 69 position and blow
each other; but we were warned that we were not to cum in the other's
mouth, and so if we were getting close we had to pull off and cool down. We
also had to finger each other's puckers, but were not to penetrate the bum
with our fingers. When we were both close to cumming, we had to move our
heads back from the cock we had been sucking on and jack it instead to
orgasm. And when that happened we had to hold our mouths open, but get most
of the jism over our faces and then lick our own cum off of the others
face. Somehow, I managed to get a shot of Mark's spunk right up my nostril
and this was something the others really liked as it was different. Once we
had finished licking each others faces, we were presented with some more
cocks to suck and had to show those cocks cumming into our mouths and over
our faces. Then we again we had to lick each other clean. As a finale to
the movie, we both had to kneel on the bed and have the beads removed so
that we could get properly fucked. The closing scene of the film was the
two of us, still with raging hard-ons, dripping spunk and mucous out of our
bums. By the end of the film everyone who was present for the weekend had
been filmed having an orgasm and so it was quite late in the afternoon when
we were led out of the `studio'

When I asked what was done with the films, I was told that I would find out
later. But before that we had to have our baths and so Mark and I were
taken to the bathroom where we had to wash each of the others as they came
to shower and then finally wash each other, but again we were not allowed
to cum while doing this, and neither were we allowed to bring any of the
others off. As they came to us, one at a time, the bathing process took us
through to dinner time. For dinner we had to dress up. The others all put
on `T' shirts and shorts or boxer undies, but all Mark and I were allowed
was a bow tie around our cock and balls.

After dinner we made our way back into the lounge where the rest sat down,
while Mark and I had to serve the after dinner drinks. All the others had
their choice of wine, beer, alcopop or spirit, but Mark and I were told we
had to have gin and tonic. As we turned to go and prepare our drinks, Cliff
stopped us and said he would get the drinks for us. I guess this was to
ensure that we had good stiff ones. When I sipped on mine, I almost gasped
as it caught in the back of my throat. I guess there was more gin than
tonic in it. We then had to take our places in the appointed lap for the
evening and I was put with Cliff's partner, Simon again.  Simon still had
his shorts on, but he took them off to reveal had a pair of baggy silk or
satin boxers on with the fly buttons undone. As I snuggled down into his
lap, I could feel his soft cock pressing into the crack of my bum. Then the
TV was turned on and the film we had made that afternoon was played. While
we watched, Simon kept his hands busy gently fondling me and keeping me
hard. Of course this also got him hard and uncomfortable as his cock was
being held in a downward position by me sitting on it. "Can you feel how
uncomfortable I am?" Simon whispered in my ear.

I knew what he was meaning and nodded as I answered, "yes."

"Then please help me get more comfortable. Park my purple Porsche in a
garage."

I knew exactly what that whispered statement was about and so lifting
myself up and forward I felt with my hand to find the fly of his boxers and
lifted his cock out through it and then holding it pointing upwards, I
lifted myself again and slowly lowered myself onto him, taking him in
without much difficulty as my bum was still a bit stretched from the
earlier fucking and there was still sufficient lube around as well. Once I
had got down as far as I could, he pulled me back to lean against his chest
with my head going to one side to rest on his shoulder. Then he began
fondling me again. Simon didn't move inside me, except for the occasional
twitch of his cock which could have been involuntary twitching, but he
remained rock solid in me.  Every so often, he would let go of my cock and
balls and move his hands over my stomach and chest and caress my nipples
and underarms, or move as far down my legs as he could reach and then
slowly tickle the inside of my legs as moved back up to handle my
balls. This kept both of us hard, without cumming, and I really enjoyed it.

When our film finished, they put in another tape and we saw some of the
other guys sitting in the room with us, making their movies at their
initiation into the club. It was really cool to see Simon when he was my
age and realise that he was not much different in size back then. He and
Cliff shared their initiation just as Mark and I were doing, and their film
had the two of them banging each other and then licking each others cock to
orgasm, without actually taking it right into the mouth to suck. But I
think the best was Jim's video. He was initiated in a solo session when he
was thirteen. They told me he had just had his bar mitzvah the week before
his trip to Wales. Jim's video started with his arrival at the cottage.

When he got out of the car, he had a miniskirt on and his cock was making a
tent of the front and lifting it up enough to show his balls hanging down
below the hem. Then the skirt was lifted to reveal a cock not much smaller
than it is now surrounded by a luxuriant growth of hair. From this scene
the video faded and when it came back in to focus, Jim was bald from the
neck down, just as we were, but his long hair on his head was done up into
pig tails. I am guessing that it stayed like that for the rest of the
weekend as it was in pigtails in the rest of the video. The main body of
the video, taken after the casting of his cock was made, shows Jim stood in
a crucifix position with his arms tied outstretched to hooks in the walls
of the room and his feet spread apart and kept in place with ropes attached
at the ankles and fixed to the same hooks his arms were tied to. Then his
latex cock was inserted all the way into his bum and taped there with
elastopast strips to prevent it popping out. Then the other guys on the
weekend took it in turns to try and swallow his monster cock down, and it
showed the guys all gagging and having to give up, until Cliff came
along. Cliff swallowed his cock till his nose was pushing into Jim's
belly. I am not sure what Cliff was doing because you could see his cheeks
and neck moving, and within a very short while, Jim began to buck against
the strains of his bonds as he came down Cliff's throat.

As the scene faded out, I caught some movement out of the corner of my eye
and Jim moved in front of me, he clearly was excited because his boxers
were massively tented. "Now it's your turn to try and swallow it all." He
said, with a grin on his face.

"I'll try," I said, also with a grin as I reached for the waistband, and
pulled his boxers down revealing the biggest cut cock I had ever had the
pleasure of viewing close up. And close up it was. His purple head was
glistening with precum where it had been spread over it by the sliding
material of his boxers. I had never had a cock this size in my mouth with
the demand to deep throat it completely and I was not sure that I could,
but I sure as hell was willing to give it a damn good try. So while I
remained impaled on Simon's still very hard cock, and had his hands still
fondling my equally hard cock, I opened up and took a taste first of his
precum and cock head. I thought that I might as well make the best of it
and not just go straight into trying to swallow it down; so I held his cock
near the base with a good four inches or more protruding past my hand and
licked and slobbered over the head. Then I took that whole head into my
mouth with my tongue running down the underside and covering that most
sensitive part just below the head, where for us uncut guys the loose part
of our foreskin starts. Jim, clearly was enjoying what I was doing and the
others, who were all watching were also enjoying themselves by the sounds
of things. I still had my hand around the base of his cock, when I could
feel it nearing the back of my mouth. It was not far enough in to begin to
cause a gag reflex, but was very close to that; and I still had my whole
hand's width to go. I delayed by keeping my hand on his cock and only going
in till my lips touched my hand and then I would pull back a bit sliding my
tongue along his cock and teasing his cock head as it neared the opening of
my mouth. With my other hand I took a handful of his ample balls and gently
massaged them, pulling down on his scrotum to add to the tension of the
skin on his cock head. Jim began to lose control and started to pump his
cock into my mouth so I gradually allowed it to go in deeper by moving my
hand and only holding onto his balls. Soon it was hitting my gag spot and
so I began to swallow and follow his reverse pull so that it did not slip
out as far and then swallow again as he came forward. My mouth was
stretched to what felt like its limit and I was glad that I had curled my
lips around my teeth, as I would not have been able to hold my mouth open
enough to keep them from scraping painfully along his shaft. I felt a small
glow of triumph when my nose began to be tickled by his pubes and as he
came forward that time I pushed my head into him and buried my nose hard
against his body. Like that I clamped down on his cock with my lip covered
teeth so that he could not pull out and I began to hum, remembering how
nice I had found that when it had been done on my cock. At the same time,
the hand which had been holding his cock moved around to his bum, almost
without my thinking about it and I felt around to find his pucker and
penetrate as deep as I could go. I felt around for his prostrate and when I
found it, I began to stroke it with a fair bit of pressure. Also at this
same time, as I pulled down on his balls. I let my one finger stroke over
the path from his ball bag to his bum hole. This was enough for Jim, and as
I began to hum, somewhat appropriately, the national anthem, Jim began to
cum. Even though he had already had a few times of release during the day,
he sustained an immense and prolonged orgasm, holding my head tight into
his crotch; so tight that I was almost being suffocated. Then with a final
yell, he virtually crumpled as his legs gave way in a fit of weakness.

"Fucking hell, Mick, that was awesome. You gotta do that to me again before
we leave here. That David of yours is a very lucky guy. I hope he
appreciates what we are giving up in his favour."

I could not respond. Firstly my mouth was too tired from being stretched
the way it had been, and secondly because Simon was yanking away at my cock
and I was seconds away from blowing my own load.

"He's going to cum soon," Simon yelled, "Somebody get their mouth down here
quick."

There was a bit of a rush, but Bob got there the fastest and so the others
had to let him have it. But because Simon was jerking me, Bob could not put
his mouth over my cock and so had to try and catch the spurts as they shot
from the tip. The end result was that he got more over his face then in his
mouth and Cliff demanded the privilege of licking it off. My arse
contractions as I came were enough to take Simon over the edge and he
emptied his full load into me, even without me bouncing on his pole.

As I began to recover, I looked to the side and saw that mark was impaled
on his brother's cock just as I had been and that he was still being jerked
off. Michael either did not realise in time to give a warning or purposely
did not call out, for suddenly Mark gave a shout and his sperm shot out
half a meter across the room. Ron saw this and made a quick leap to catch
the remaining spurts as best he could and like Bob got more on his face
than in his mouth; and Anton claimed the chance to lick his face clean.

Unbelievably, the time had slipped away and it was almost midnight. "This
is our last night here" Cliff reminded us. "Mick and Mark, you get to share
the bed with your mentors for this night and they are allowed to do what
ever they want. So I think we all need to turn in now."

There was a general consensus of agreement and I walked over to Bob to be
told what to do.



Well that is it for this chapter. Not many more to go to the end now, I do
hope that you have enjoyed the story so far and will write to me at the
address above to let me know.  Rick