Date: Fri, 02 Feb 2018 11:42:07 -0500 From: Robbie Robot Subject: PLAYING TRAINS PART SEVEN PLAYING TRAINS PLAYING TRAINS PART SEVEN © Van T Z Boi 2018 (The usual disclaimers apply, this remains the property of the author and you do not have permission to download and post this anywhere else without the author's permission. Please remember this is just a story and keep yourself safe. If you enjoyed this then please support nifty and make a donation; without nifty you would not be able to read and enjoy such fanciful creativity and they need your financial support so you can continue to enjoy nifty stories) (HEALTH WARNING: Due to the number of comments from nifty readers you are warned that reading this material may involve the self-indulgent loss of bodily fluid. Please ensure you have a supply of water, vitamins and minerals including vitamin C, calcium, chlorine, citric acid, fructose, lactic acid, magnesium, nitrogen, phosphorus, potassium, sodium, vitamin B12, and zinc to replace that which may be lost whilst reading this further chapter. A good supply of tissues should be close at hand.) (Thanks to all who have written it is nice to be appreciated, I do enjoy reading your comments and observations and suggestions and I always look forward to reading your views on this or any of my stories. Please note the new email address lostinspace1966@protonmail.com. Now please read on. Till the next Time Van T Z Boi) From Part Six Andy stood up, his hands unbuttoning his shirt with one hand whilst the other tugged his shorts down. "Let's get on your bed," he said his voice thick with lust. Archie noted Andy's cock was also hot and dripping and he felt a surge of hot desire punch inside him, his T-Shirt followed his shorts and both removed their socks and stood naked for one moment studying each other and then they climbed on the bed. Archie's arms closed around Andy's back as they kissed heavily, tongues duelling and lips kissing. Andy kissed down Archie's body, nipping and sucking at his nubs, his ribs, his six pack and then settled on the thick teenmeat that jutted hard and drooling from Archie's groin. He laid down between Archie's spread legs and took up his position sucking the teenpole. Intent on what they were doing they never heard the door opening. "What the fuck?" Ritchie's horrified whisper stopped them cold. End of Part Six Part Seven Archie's eyes flew open and he stared in fright at Ritchie who was frozen to the spot in the half opened doorway. Andy turned away from Archie's dick which he had been sucking to also stare in horror at Ritchie, a drool of his saliva and Archie's precum spilled from the side of his mouth down his chin. Ritchie his mouth dropping open in astonishment found his eyes drawn to the slowly falling sticky drop as it became a thin strand before it plopped onto Archie's thigh. "Oh fuck," mewled Andy and his hand unconsciously grabbed Archie's hard shaft making Archie wince with the unexpected pain. "Close the door Ritchie!" he gurgled, "get in here but don't make it worse. My parents could hear," he hissed trying to keep his voice low. Ritchie stepped inside and closed the door, he stood by the door, his face full of contradictions but his eyes were now intent on the sight of Archie's fat teenage dick which was on full view as Andy had moved fully exposing Archie's naked body. "I, er, we, er, er," Andy sobbed scrabbling for words to explain. "Oh shut up Andy," Archie's mind was working quick to deal with the situation, he noted where Ritchie's eyes were focused. "I'll deal with this," he said and turning to Ritchie he spoke, "Ritchie come here," he ordered. Ritchie confused and befuddled stepped close to the bedside where Archie indicated, he found where he stood gave him an even better sight of Archie's long cock. `Fuck is his dick big,' ran the thought above all the others crowding his mind. "Ritchie!" Archie's tone brought his eyes back to face his friend. "Huh?" he was very confused. "Ritchie, you and I are mates right?" Archie spoke pointedly, Ritchie nodded. "And Andy and I are mates right?" again Ritchie nodded, "and you and Andy are mates too?" Ritchie nodded. "So when mates help each other out it's just mates being mates yes?" Ritchie nodded. "So now let me show you how a mate can help you out." Ritchie trembled, his confused and dazed mind befuddled by the tightening inside his jeans. Archie leaned forward and grabbing Ritchie's jeans at the waist pulled them forward and then down, Ritchie gasped and swayed but somehow he kept his balance. Ritchie's striped boxers came into view as well as the tip of his teenage dick which was peeking through the boxers fly. Archie bent his head and holding the jeans tight sucked heavily at the exposed cock. "Whhhmmmpppffff," Ritchie sort of moaned and groaned at the same time. His head whirled and his brain spun as the moist mouth sucked his cock, sending strange and happy sensations rattling along his nerves. "So when a mate helps a mate," Archie lifted his head to speak and then sucked again, Ritchie's knees buckled as the strong delights swelled up inside him. `Oh wow that feels do good,' his cock told his brain. "it's just mates being mates, eh?" Ritchie looked at Archie and at Andy who taking the hint was back sucking Archie's cock, he watched Andy's head bobbing and then Archie's fat cockhead came back into view only now the bulbous purple head was fully exposed to his view, he saw the cockslit pulse and a gleam of shiny stuff issue from the gap. A strong tremor rushed through his body. "Ritchie!" Archie tugged at his jeans, Ritchie looked down, his slim cock looked small compared to Archie's but he saw the same clear shiny gleam coming from his wrinkled foreskin, the edge of which was wet with Archie's saliva. "It's just mates, yes?" Archie grinned and his tongue slid out to lick the sensitive skin making Ritchie tremble and quiver with new exciting sensations, pure lust rose within his balls for the first time. Helpless he shook repeatedly as Archie's fingers slid down his thin shaft and rubbed the silken skin, his foreskin moved, rubbing against his glans and the sensations were a thousand times better than when he did it. "Oh Fuck!" he whispered as the streams of delight surged and surged. "So do you want me to stop?" Archie pulled the foreskin down and lapped his tongue around the light purple exposed skin of Ritchie's glans making Ritchie mewl and purr. Archie removed his hand and pulled Ritchie's jeans back up over the tent his teenage rod was making in his jeans. "or do you want to take you clothes off and join us?" he pressed gently against the pulsing lump, "so mates can help mates?" "Oh Fuck," Ritchie repeated but when Archie unclasped his fly and slid the zipper down he made no protest. His jeans half fell down his thin thighs, his striped boxers followed as Archie undid the buttons and his four inches of hard teenage rock hard cock stood almost straight upwards, his patch of dark curly pubes a nest from which the slim shaft protruded. "T-Shirt," Archie indicated by tugging at the hem; dazed, yet breathing hard with eyes ablaze with what could only be hormonal induced lust Ritchie yanked the T-Shirt off, hurting his ear when he pulled it over his head at the awkward angle he was standing at. Half naked he stood there, hesitant, trembling, tentative, yet so excited, his dick drooling his own string of precum that plopped onto his boxers which were furled over his jeans. "Strip," Archie insisted, his eyes checking Ritchie's face as he moved slightly over on the bed. Ritchie pushed down his boxers and jeans and taking his socks off at the same time, crawled naked into the space Archie had created. Entranced he lay on the pillow, his head slightly uncomfortable as it was raised so he could watch what was happening. Andy moved sideways, his body part way on Ritchie's legs as he continued to suck and rub Archie's cock, Archie leaned over to continue to suck at Ritchie's slim teenrod, his hands stroking the chipolata shaft and playing with his tight marble like balls. Ritchie sighed and moaned and shook and trembled as he got his first ever blowjob and his cock told his mind insistently that this was not going to be his last. Andy watched as he sucked at Archie's cock, he was already wondering what Ritchie's cock would taste like, as he swallowed the sweet juices spilling from Archie's cock. He smiled as he saw how Ritchie was writhing and wriggling and moaning and groaning, `Next time he's mine' he told himself and bent to his task of pleasuring Archie and in doing so sent his own passion rising higher and higher. Ritchie's eyes were glassing over and he was becoming more and more unfocussed as his mind was shredded by the sensational feelings of a tongue against his shaft, rolling over his glans, tickling under his ridge, slicking over his balls, then there was the mouth sucking at his glans, sucking at his shaft, sucking at his balls, the sensation came on one after another, a veritable flood of new and exciting and wonderful delights that rolled over and under and through him. He saw the stars and the comets and planets circle and spin in front of his eyes as his whole world was centred between his legs. His cock was sucked as his balls were squeezed, his balls were sucked and his cock was rubbed and stroked. `This is everything and more than I imagined,' his brain told him repeatedly as each new experience blew him away. He gasped, he knew what was happening, for a moment he scrabbled on the bed for his sock, but this time there was no handy sock, this time his spunk blasted up from his balls, through his shaft, swelling his glans until they were expelled, hurled across the millimetres, if that, where they came to rest momentarily against the skin of Archie's tongue, mouth and teeth, then there was an awesome sensation as Archie swallowed and swallowed, sucking his prick almost into his tight throat, Ritchie stuffing a hand into his mouth to stop his yelling out loud as his climax exploded. "Holy Fucking Crap!" Ritchie finally whispered against his fisted fingers and opened his eyes, they were still out of focus and he shook his head to clear it. He looked down at his cock, it was shiny and wet, there was that lovely iridescence from his spunk gleaming in the light but, he looked vacantly, "Where's my spunk?" he asked, wonderingly. "I blew a good load?" he added questioningly. "Gone," chuckled Archie and he opened his mouth wide; Ritchie could see the same gleaming iridescence shining inside Archie's open mouth. "You mean you," Ritchie's brain was working overtime. "You did didn't you," he spluttered both fascinated and shocked as he realised where his spunk had gone. Archie leaned close and Ritchie got another new experience when Archie's lips closed on his, his head bent backwards on the pillow and for one moment he felt the urge to push Archie off him, but his body was still high and horny, his adrenaline flowing, his hormones at an all time teenage high; he succumbed to the sensual touch of lips on lips and tongue on tongue. His only proper kissing experience with a girl had meant bruised noses as they got it wrong. He knew about `French Kissing' with open mouth and touching tongues but as he had been using his arm to practice on, he did not really know how it felt. Now he did and he found himself immersed in the sensation, even tasting the salty spice of his own spunk mixed with Archie's saliva. `This is good too,' he told himself as his hormonal driven body was allowing him to accept things he would never have considered, never thought or fantasised about in the wanking moments before he fell asleep. The one other thing that was playing with his mind was the size of Archie's cock, `crap is his dick so much bigger than mine,' was a reoccurring image that floated thought his mind especially when with Archie's tongue deep in his mouth, he felt the stroking touch of Archie's hand on his still stiff cock. The sensitivity after blowing his load had drifted away, Archie's kissing and his roaming hand, up and down his slim teenage rod, caressing and squeezing his balls was sending more of the hot surges of wonderful sensations coursing through him, his blood raced again and he felt the slight ache as his cock jerked and the first bubble of precum, tainted with the last atoms of his sperms, washed out of his cockslit and then Archie rubbed it into his exposed glans, exciting and enhancing his pleasure. Ritchie, even with Archie's mouth on his, groaned against the wet tongue as the hot surge reignited his imaginations and swelled his inclinations. Archie broke the kiss and gazed down at the pulsing slim tube, the tip glistening where he had rubbed Ritchie's juices across the glans. "Andy, look Ritchie's hot to trot again," he chuckled. Andy grinned and then Archie moved, he tugged Andy upwards and slid down the bed, Andy felt his head being bent downwards only this time he found two cocks, the exposed heads positioned side by side. "Go on Andy, do us both," Archie's eyes gleamed and Ritchie's face had another astonished look on it. Obediently Andy opened his mouth and took both the dicks inside. Archie sighed as Andy's hot breath and moist mouth went to work. Ritchie, for a tense moment froze, but as his dick slid up alongside Archie's fat flesh and Andy's tongue slid over his glans he was engulfed in the hormonal heat of teenage ecstatic bliss. Andy knelt over the two bodies, his legs either side of the four legs, his dick pulsing and drooling as he bobbed his head to double suck his mates dicks. Ritchie writhed and wriggled as his lusts flared and he groaned loudly as Andy's tongue pressed his cockhead hard against Archie's, the strange but exciting sensation as cockhead rubbed cockhead whilst at the same time the hot moist mouth and the licking, caressing tongue further added extra intensity to the sensual delights and then Richie felt his balls twitch. `No, no not yet,' he said madly to himself, `it's to sooon, I want to enjoy this more, much more longer'; with a huge test of his will he managed to control for the moment the pressing insistence to climax. Andy's tongue roved across to Archie's cockhead and he bobbed his head, loosening the grip of his mouth around the two teenage pricks. Ritchie sighed as the intensity decreased; he relaxed and allowed the waves of this new found pleasure to continue to thrill and roll over him. Archie's insistent tongue on his lips simply meant opening his mouth to again take pleasure in kissing. His long remembered memory of the one girl he had tried to kiss, the remembered sensations adding frisson when he wanked off were automatically being compared to Archie's. `His lips are much stronger, firmer and his tongue is bigger,' Ritchie thought as he felt his nerves react to the effects of being kissed so intimately. `He smells different too,' Ritchie attempted to recall how the girl had smelled but Archie's pungent and heavy musky scent was pervading his mind, `I feel so excited,' Ritchie's mind and body became engrossed in the fierce delights rushing and waving through him. Andy's hand reached up and caressed Ritchie's nipple, Ritchie gasped as the slight fingertip stroke sent another sensual tremor start up. The combined onslaught of Archie's kisses and Andy's sucking and squeezing his teen teat proved too much. "Fuck! Fuck! I'm coming!" he cried mournfully, his shout muffled by Archie's open mouth. Andy sensing the familiar swelling before spunking, closed his lips tight around the two cocks and sunk his head down deep, taking as much of the two dicks as he could safely do. He felt the swelling of Ritchie's glans quickly followed by the slight jerks as Ritchie's spunk cascaded into his mouth. Ritchie struggled and wriggled, held by Archie's lips and Andy's mouth as his climax shook him from the end of each hair on his head to the thin edge of the nails on his toes. His final thrust upwards with his hips made Andy move his head backwards; this left just his glans still inside Andy's mouth where his final splodges of teen cum leaked along Archie's shaft. Archie held on tight until he felt Ritchie relax and he loosened the grip of his lips, making them soft and gentle as Ritchie's orgasm ebbed calmly away. Andy let the shrinking softening teen prick fall from his mouth, gathering his strength he moved to concentrate on Archie's pleasure. Archie lay back on the pillow to enjoy the delights as Andy suckled and rubbed his dick. He looked to the side where Ritchie was staring eyes open up at the ceiling, he could see they were very much unfocussed and he smiled to himself. `Secret's safe,' he told himself and very much at ease he reached down to stroke Andy's hair as the teenager bobbed up and down, sucking and swallowing all that Archie's dick leaked into his mouth. Ritchie slowly composed himself, his blurred vision refocused and he attempted to make sense of what had happened. His mind whirred and clicked over the sudden and extraordinary events that had taken him on such an exciting and tumultuous ride. He turned to speak to Archie and suddenly found himself being pulled up and towards Archie's mouth. "Kiss me, I'm about to blow," Archie insisted, pulling Ritchie down on his lips. Ritchie's composure disappeared as he tasted Archie's lips once more, the warm strong sensation followed by the inhalation of the heavier hormone enriched scent that Archie was exuding sent more jolts of desire and lust through him, his dick twitched and his body writhed as Archie's mouth closed on his tongue and sucked at it heavily. Ritchie felt no other option than to accept the pleasure and as he relaxed into the kiss, their tongues now duelled in an unwinnable battle. Archie tensed, the moment before ecstasy indicating itself. Ritchie felt his head being compressed hard against Archie, he sensed the palpitations through his chest of Archie's quickening heartbeat and his leg felt the urgent dipping movement of Andy's head as he sucked and swallowed the voluminous jets of teen spunk that rocketed from Archie's cock. Archie grunted and groaned as the sweet tingles swept over him, his mind locking away the extra delight of being kissed whilst he came, for future exploration. The three friends, now `mates' of a different sort lay entangled as Archie and Ritchie recovered from their respective orgasms. Archie made the first move, disentangling himself from Richie's arms and slipping his swollen if not hard cock from Andy's mouth, he gently pulled Andy up beside him, it was slightly uncomfortable as the single bed was not made for two let alone three bodies to lie with any sort of ease, so Archie moved to straddle Andy's body. Ritchie disturbed by the movements adjusted his position to lie on his side; he lay with his head supported on the pillow to watch as Archie slowly rubbed the thin shaft and cockhead that pointed upwards from Andy's groin. His new found attitude to buddy sex allowed him to watch observantly as Archie swiftly wanked Andy to his cum. Ritchie had never seen another boy shoot his load and he sensed his own body responding, acknowledging what Andy must be feeling as Archie's hands worked his teendick and squidgy ballsac. Andy grunted and groaned and wriggled as much as he could trapped between Archie's thighs. He felt the warm tingles rising and rising, the delightful tickle of teenage joy weaving in and out of his nerves until the moment came. Andy jerked; his hips moved in a frantic wriggle as his dick blasted the thin strands of his spunk up and out to land on his naked body. Ritchie watched the splattering droplets, knowing that Andy must be experiencing the same sensations as he did but the marked difference had to be that it was Archie's hand on his teendick wanking him off. `How different would that be?' he asked himself as unconsciously he toyed with his own teenprick which had swollen but not really stiffened. Andy sighed as he felt his teenrcd explode. `Fucking amazing' he said to himself, `this stuff with Archie just gets better and better,' and he looked over at Ritchie rubbing his slim cock, `is Ritchie going to be part of this too?' he thought as his climax ebbed and faded, the waves of sensual delight slowly subsiding. Archie stretched, "Nice cum," he chuckled at Andy and he slid down the bed, "just need to clean you up," delicately he wiped a drool of Andy's cum onto his finger and looking at Ritchie he moved the spermy digit at Ritchie's mouth; Ritchie hesitated, the aroma of Andy's spunk floated into his nostrils, excited as he was he still had doubts. "Go on," Archie's voice was compelling now to his befuddled and hormonal infused head. Richie felt his lips opening, his tongue slid out and dabbled at the slime on Archie's finger. His tastebuds told him `salt and pepper' and he licked even more at Archie's extended finger. Ritchie's mind swam, he was aware and yet aware and disgusted and yet not disgusted. `After all,' his head reminded him, `Archie swallowed your junk okay,' and he shook his head slightly as though supressing the images and thoughts. Archie dipped his finger again in the pool of Andy's spunk, his finger was again held out, but lower. Ritchie's head bent down to lick the drooling sperms, he tasted and swallowed, his throat moving clearly to Andy's eyes who lay lazily stretched on the bed. Archie's finger was dipped, Ritchie's head moved down and then downwards as Archie dropped his finger so it lay in Andy's cum. Ritchie unable to help himself and of his own accord, licked the first spot of Andy's spunk and without being prodded or pushed moved to the next. Finally after all the puddles had been cleaned up Ritchie found himself looking at the shrinking tip to Andy's teencock, the pearly translucence of the final vestiges of his semen glinted, shining in the bedside light. Ritchie sucked in a deep breath and licked the drool of Andy's cock. Andy sighed as he felt the delicate touch of Ritchie's tongue on his wrinkled foreskin and his cock swelled momentarily as Ritchie finished cleaning up. "Thanks Ritchie," he smiled and taking Ritchie's head in his hands kissed him, tasting the flavour of his own spunk on Ritchie's lips. "Andy your mother's on the phone, she says you should be getting home now, remember your grounded," Archie's father's voice bellowed up the stairs and galvanised the naked threesome into action. "Thanks Mr Watson," Andy said red faced but not from hurrying as he rushed past, his bag banging off his back where it hung by only one arm. Eddie Watson glared at the teenager as he ran past, `What's got into those boys?'" he sked himself and looking upwards caught sight of Archie and Ritchie hanging over the staircase. "I thought you two were studying," he yelled at them and the two heads disappeared from sight. Ritchie followed Archie back into his bedroom his head was full of questions and his cock and balls ached in a way that was still pleasurable. `Fuck, how do I ask?' he wondered as the questions crowded around inside his mind. Archie nonchalantly opened his school bag and pulled out some books. "Come on Ritchie," he spoke lazily, "times wasting." Ritchie gulped, swallowed his questions and sat down on the spare chair, pulling it up and reaching for his own bag. "Now where are you stuck?" Archie's question brought Ritchie's back on track and he spread out his book and handed the draft essay. "Here what do you think?" he unconsciously moved his chair closer so they could both study the sheets which were heavily overscored with pencilled marks and phrases. Ritchie so close to Archie could once again inhale Archie's aroma, his nostrils flared as the musky riddled scent pervaded his sinus and began working up into his brain. "This is wrong, it doesn't scan," Archie pointed a finger at a paragraph. Ritchie leaned closer to study the paper. "Oh that," he replied and there they were back on safe ground, both minds concentrated on the history essay. Half an hour later, there was a tap on the door and it opened. Archie's mother stood there, she held a tray with mugs of tea and a plate with chocolate biscuits on it. "Thought you might need some sustenance," she smiled leaving the tray on the side of the table. "Thanks Mum," Archie's head did not move from looking at the page he was writing. "Oh great, thanks Mrs Watson," Ritchie grabbed for a chocolate bar, he suddenly found he was starving. "Oh this is soo good," he bleated, `my mum would never allow food in the bedroom,' he thought about the room he shared with his brothers. Archie's mother turned to go and then her nose wrinkled and her mouth twisted, "Really Archie, you ought to have a window open," she picked up a sock from the floor, "and this should be in the linen basket; this room smells like a school-changing room." Archie obediently stood up and opened the top window that overlooked the back garden; the scent of night stock wafted inside but admitted defeat again the stench of teenage lust and the flowery aroma stayed close to the opening. Archie' mother stalked out of the room holding the sock in front of her. "That's my sock," whispered Ritchie watching with horror as the door closed. "You can get I back later," Archie stretched before he sat down and taking one of the biscuits leaned back in his chair. Ritchie found himself unable to take his eyes of the bulge between Archie's legs, the blue shorts he wore were tight and Ritchie thought he could see the outline of Archie's cock in the material. His mind recalled the fat fleshy tube and then he saw Andy's lips and mouth curled around it bobbing up and down. He licked his lips but he did not sense the taste of the crumbs from the chocolate bar. Archie grinned as he noticed Ritchie's vacant but focused look. "You can have a look if you want," he said quietly. Ritchie's eyes and mind came back down to earth, "You what?" he whispered but his hands were already moving to stroke and feel and caress the squashy lump they found. Used to undoing his own shorts, his fingers fumbled with the snapcatch of Archie's shorts. Gently he unzipped the fly, the material pushed aside as Archie's teenage monster swelled and filled with horny lust blood. In the rush to get dressed after his father's bellowing, Archie had not bothered to put on his boxers so his cock had full freedom to rise and stiffen. Ritchie gazed as the pink flesh filled and bloomed, the wrinkles of the dark pink foreskin softening away as the skin became stretched around the escaping bellend. Ritchie could see the slight slit with the paler pinky lips gape open and the gleam of Archie's precum shone in the light from the table-lamp. Ritchie stretched out a hand to touch the demanding prick. Archie's hand grabbed him around the wrist. "I said you could look," Archie's voice was thick with meaning, "if you want to touch, then," his hand tightened hurtingly around Ritchie's wrist, "you have to be naked," his voice was soft and low but demanding. Archie waited. Ritchie was frozen to his seat, his mind whizzed wildly but the swelling more persistent mind between his legs was more insistent, more dominant; he stood up, throwing off his T-shirt and yanking down his boxers and jeans in a quick fluid movement that would have brought praise from his sportsmaster if he had been present. Naked, his teencock swollen and throbbing and sticking out at a fierce angle to his sparse patch of pubic hair Ritchie stood his eyes intent of the impressive mountain that sprung from Archie's fly. Sitting back down he reached out and placed his hand around the fat springy tube, `so warm and hard and yet satiny soft, his senses told him as he stroked his hand up and then down the pulsing shaft, gently pulling the taut foreskin down just shy of the hard purple ridge of Archie's glans. A bubble of precum disturbed by the movement wept down over the exposed skin and glinted shinily. Archie held the edge of his seat, raising his body slightly; it gave Ritchie the opportunity to ease down and off Archie's shorts. His T-Shirt followed and both teenagers were naked and horny and erect. Ritchie gazed at his mate, how often he had seen that same body in the changing rooms at school, at the swimming baths, in the shower but never had the sight caused such an effect on him. The dark pink rings around the split teats, `never noticed that before,' Ritchie thought, the smooth chest, no trail of hairs there yet, the wrinkle of skin that was Archie's belly button and the curly thatch of springy hairs around the `Massif Central' that was Archie's gleaming teenage cock. `And then there are his balls,' Ritchie savoured his jealousy of the fat bumps of skin that nestled underneath the lancing pole, vibrant potent spheres that trembled heatedly. Ritchie gazed in awe, his nostrils once more animated by the musky scent that arose from Archie's released weapon, flavoured sweetly by the perfume of the night stock that floated down to mix luxuriantly with the rising desire fomenting inside Archie's body. He sat close and his hand curled around the glistening shaft, the copious precum swilling out and down the pink monster. Stickily his hand moved up and down, slowly moving the skin, agitating the nerves, exposing fully the hard purpled heartshape of Archie's crowning glory. "Kiss it," Archie commanded his voice low and insistent. Ritchie had no hesitation in expressing his adoration as his lips kissed, kissed and kissed the whole length of Archie's teenrod. He found he liked the satiny sensation of Archie's silky cockskin, even the scratchy hairs which smelled wonderful to his sexualised nostrils was awesome. He licked the dewy stuff at the tip of Archie's dick, he could not believe how sweet and spicy honey like it tasted. His tastebuds demanded more and immediately Ritchie slid the head of Archie's cock into his mouth and swallowed, the teen nectar flowed across his tongue and down his throat, the flavour exploding inside his mouth. "Tastes fucking great," Ritchie held Archie's cock at his lips as he spoke before sucking the head again. `No one said anything about how good cock can taste in Sex Ed,' he thought as he licked and sucked and swallowed the sugary goo that seemed to thrill him even more each time he tasted it. Archie moaned and placed his hand on Ritchie's head, forcing Ritchie's head further down. Ritchie allowed the deeper penetration, his lips closing underneath Archie's ridge, `this is awesome,' he continued to repeat to himself. Archie was enjoying Ritchie's attentions, `He's much better than Andy,' he realised. He decided to educate his mate even more. He reached into his bag and found the disc he needed, he quickly selected the folder and clicked the video. "Ritchie, sit up," he gently pulled Ritchie up off the floor. Ritchie slightly annoyed did as he was told; irritated he sat and looked at Archie's screen. The familiar to Archie but new to Ritchie video of the man's cock being sucked started up. At first Ritchie was taken aback but his hand was around Archie's dick and he became engrossed as the video progressed. He watched as the man's cock was sucked much as he had been doing to Archie but then the deep throating amazed him and the sucking and licking of the man's balls also intrigued him. "What is this? Where did you get it?" his eyes were glued to the screen. "It's your training aid," Archie chuckled, "I can make you a copy to take home but you'll have to keep it safe and secure. I don't want any trace coming back to me." "Yeah sure," Ritchie's nose was almost up against the screen as he studied the video. Archie smiled as he watched Ritchie use the playback keys to replay parts of the video, especially the part where the man came and the cocksucker's mouth opened to show the spunk in his mouth before he copiously swallowed and showed his empty mouth. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Ritchie's hand was very busy on his own dick now, "That's what you did only." "Only I swallowed as you came. Awesome wasn't it" Archie clicked the video off. "Lesson one over, now lesson two," and he pulled Ritchie's head downwards. Ritchie slipped of his chair and took his position on his knees between Archie's open legs. He studied the thick mountain of teenage flesh, the heavy looking ballsac, he tried to recall what he had seen on the video. He opened his mouth, shielded his teeth with his lips and sank down on Archie's pulsing rod. The sweet honey spice taste hit him and he gagged as he tried to swallow with more of Archie's cock inside his mouth than before. "Hey careful, that hurts!" Archie exclaimed yanking Ritchie's head upwards. Ritchie choked and coughed as his lungs and throat and mouth recovered from his attempt. "Sorry," he coughed his apology. "Look just concentrate on sucking and making me cum," Archie was a bit harsh in his tone. `Fuck me Robin was a better student,' he thought and the memory of his personal cocksucker made his dick swell and pulse. Ritchie coughed some more to clear his throat, taking some deep breaths he knelt back on his knees and stared at Archie's fat tube, `SO fucking big,' he thought even more jealously as he looked down at his own slim four inches, `doesn't get much bigger, just sort of sticks up,' he compared the two cocks. `And his balls are so fat and round, while mine are still tiny marbles,' he stroked his own shaft, the satiny texture was similar to Archie's, `but Archie's is a more vibrant sensation.' His comparison over he leaned forward and inhaled the awesome aroma of Archie's teenage treasures, the earthy musky scent sent more thrilling shivers down his spine, his lips open and he kissed his way down Archie's glans, the spicy sweetness of his precum again pleasuring his tastebuds. Slowly he sucked and made swallowing movements, the sticky teen dew floating across his tongue before sliding down his throat, the spicy heat warming the length of his gullet as the teendew slid down. `So much better than curry,' he thought idly as he stroked the throbbing shaft with one hand whilst the other squeezed and caressed the heavy ballsac. Ritchie felt the heat from Archie's scrotum as his testicles went into overdrive to produce the soon to be wasted fertile sperms. Archie's hands clasped Ritchie's head and pushed and pulled setting the rhythm he needed. Ritchie complied, learning the signals made by Archie's dick in relation to the hands on his head. As Ritchie caught the tempo of Archie's desire the hands dropped and Archie relaxed allowing the flow of delights to wave up and over him. `He's getting better' he decided as Ritchie sucked and squeezed in quick succession to provide a rolling repeating selection of sensual joys to flow and rise within him. As he breathed hard, then grunted and panted, Ritchie began to understand the requirements of his hands, lips and mouth. Archie was soon pressing his hand forcefully down on Richie's head, pushing more of his long teen rod inside Ritchie's mouth, butting against the narrow opening of Ritchie's throat, pulling back just before Ritchie gagged. Ritchie sucked and at the same time also stroked his own rod, the sensations inside his mouth seeming to enhance and add to his own lust, `how strange' he thought, `that sucking a cock can also excite and make me feel even hornier.' His lips and mouth and tongue worked it appeared to him of their own accord, his tongue lashing across the pulsing glans and swirling around and under the hard ridge of Archie's helmet; Archie grunt-growling whenever he did that. Richie discovered he liked making Archie make that sound and others, his hands and mouth and tongue were flying in a sensual formation only known to true cocksuckers as Ritchie discovered the nature of his talent. He noticed the tastes and flavours in his mouth had changed subtly, there was more salt and pepper in the mixture, the spicy honey zest was still there but it was rapidly being overcome by the stronger salt spice. Archie at times bent over Ritchie's head as the sheer delights made him react strongly. Harder and faster he urged his cock inside Ritchie's suckling mouth, his hand applying the greater pressure needed to push and control Ritchie's head. His body trembled as he felt the tingle inside his balls, they jerked within their confining sac and the white supernova of teenage cosmic orgasm commenced. Ritchie was also in the throes of extreme delights, his cock throbbed and drooled, his juices being spread down his shaft as his own inner joy peaked and his sperms flowed. He was aware that inside his mouth Archie's cock had swelled and there had been a moment, a micro moment when it became still, still and tense but as his mind digested this information his own climax burst forth, his hand flew to his cockhead to squeeze and rub his foreskin over the swelling spitting glans and he clamped down on the swollen object inside his mouth. As he dealt with his own orgasm, the sensational rocketing of his semen bulleting out of his dick he suddenly found his mouth full of salty peppery liquid as Archie's cock erupted, he gagged unable to breathe as the flood of Archie's fountain of teenspunk overflowed the banks of his mouth's reservoir. Panic set in as he sought to breathe in oxygen. End of Part Seven To Be Continued...???????????????????????? (Whew! Was your homework as draining as this? Is Richie's first foray about to be dealt a fatal blow? Will Archie get to train his new recruit? Will Robin and his young brother want to play on or is this trainwreck of a story about to end up on the buffers? Okay. Well if you want more and want me to continue this story you need to buy your ticker and write and tell me. Don't forget if you like this then I have plenty more stories to whet your appetite; just look me up on nifty's prolific authors listing ( https://www.nifty.org/nifty/authorslist.html V for Van T Z Boi ) . Please also make a different deposit in nifty's coffers for without them you would not be able to enjoy this further chapter. All the best, Van T Z Boi) (In response to all those who are interested; the Lost/Rejected stories are still undergoing editing and once they have been posted I will announce the link. The good news is that good ole' nifty have provided copies of `Detained at Daddies' and `Mummy Said' from their records so now I have recovered all the missing stories, so mucho thanks nifty. 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