Date: Sat, 18 Feb 2017 19:24:07 +0000 From: puermalo14@hushmail.com Subject: wagtails and spartans part 4 WAGTAILS AND SPARTANS PART FOUR of our boys' adventure story, set in England in the 1930s. This is fiction and the author does not condone any of the sexual activity described. If you should not be reading this sort of material, or if you are likely to be offended by it, you are advised to read no further. In this chapter: The Wagtails go camping on the island. Joe finds himself alone with little Robin. Timmy gets lost and runs into Nev and Paddy. Characters: Mrs Walton Mr Taylor, an old farm-hand Simon and Robin (brothers, aged 12 and 10) Joseph (Joe) and Timmy (brothers, aged 13 and 11) Nev (16) and Paddy (14), gypsy boys The Wagtails (Joe, Simon, Timmy and Robin) tucked in to a hearty breakfast. Once old Mr Taylor had arrived, they bid goodbye to Mrs Walton and went off excitedly to the boat-house with him. Mrs Walton waved them off from the front door of the cottage. "Do as the older boys tell you, Robin." "Yes, mummy!" "Joe and Simon, set a good example and take care of the younger ones," she continued. "We will!" Joe smiled. He enjoyed the responsibility he was being given. "And don't any of you go wandering off and getting lost!" "Bye!" they all called, with a cheery wave. ... On the other side of the lake, the Spartans (two rough-and-tumble gypsy boys) were setting off in their dinghy. The work they had completed the previous day had been much admired by the landowner, who had paid them a few shillings. Their parents were grateful for the extra income and agreed to allow the boys some free time. Seizing the opportunity, Nev and Paddy had hurried to the boat they kept hidden on the lakeside. "Where shall we go today?" Paddy asked his older friend. "We'll go to the island," Nev answered. They had been to the island several times before. It was a fine place for adventures; there were trees to climb, birds' nests to raid and bonfires to build. Best of all, it was secluded and they could get up to sexual play without the risk of being discovered. ... The `Wagtail' made good speed and they soon arrived at the island. Mr Taylor helped them with the tents and heavier equipment while the younger boys carried the food provisions Mrs Walton had carefully prepared. They found the clearing by the rocks which they had decided would make an ideal camping spot. "Now, you lads be sure to behave yourselves," grumbled Mr Taylor, "I'll come back tomorrow mornin' and check up on you!" Although he always sounded grumpy, Mr Taylor was rather fond of the boys. He never let that show, however, and the boys always minded their Ps and Qs when he was around. Simon's responsibility was now to ferry Mr Taylor back to the mainland and then return to the island with `Wagtail'. Mr Taylor didn't need to be taken all the way back, so it wouldn't take too long. "Right, Master Simon, we had best be going," he said, leading the boy back towards the boat's mooring. He turned to Joe, Timmy and Robin with one last admonition. "Now, don't you all be getting' up to mischief!" Once Simon and Mr Taylor had departed, the boys began the task of putting up the tents. There was a larger one for the four of them to sleep in and a smaller one where they could store their food and equipment. Joe and Robin managed the larger one quite swiftly but Timmy (who had insisted he could manage alone) was having problems with the smaller one. In the end, he had to ask his older brother to assist. "Joe, can you help me erect it?" he innocently asked. Joe chuckled quietly at the innuendo. With the campsite looking in good order the boys discussed what to do next. Robin was determined to climb rocks but Timmy was adamant that he wanted to paddle. An argument followed. "We can climb the rocks anytime," said Timmy, petulantly. "And we can go paddling anytime, too!" Robin pointed out. "We're supposed to stay together," Joe said, "Don't you remember what Aunt Aggie said this morning?" "She didn't say we had to stay together," said Timmy, "She just said we shouldn't go wandering off. If I go paddling, that won't be wandering off because you'll know where I am!" Joe could hardly dispute Timmy's logic but at the same time he knew he had special responsibility for Robin who was, after all, barely ten years old. "Very well, Timmy," he conceded, "You can go paddling and meet up with Simon when he returns. I will go with Robin and explore the rocks. Simon should be back in around an hour, so I suggest we all meet up back here at the campsite then." "Certainly," said Timmy, rather smugly now he'd got his own way. He then set off for the shallows where they had landed the `Wagtail' on each occasion. "Come along, Robin, we've got rocks to climb!" Joe said, leading the little lad in the opposite direction. ... Meanwhile, Nev and Paddy had landed the `Spartan' on the island and were securing her to some trees near the water's edge. "She'll be fine here," said Nev, fastening the line. "Hey, look!" Paddy said, "There's someone over there." He pointed along the water's edge to a boy, paddling in the water. It was Timmy. "Shh! Hide!" said Nev, leaping to shore and into the undergrowth. Paddy quickly followed and they made their way stealthily towards the boy. "Do you think it is one of those brats we saw the other day?" Nev whispered. "It could be," Paddy replied, "Whoever it is, they're on our bloody island!" "Let's get closer." Timmy, meanwhile, was oblivious to the approaching teenagers. His mind was elsewhere as he splashed his toes in the cool water. The older boys were now just yards away, lurking in some bushes. "We'll give him a fright!" Paddy murmured, giving his friend a crafty wink. They certainly did give Timmy a fright when they leapt from the greenery with a yelp. "What are you doing here, nipper?" Nev interrogated. Timmy was terrified but tried his best to not show it. "I'm just having a paddle," he replied, "I'm here with the others." "Others?" Paddy sneered. "Yes, my brother and my cousins. We're camping on the island." "It must be the same gang we saw," Nev said to Paddy, "Get out of the water, lad, and come over here." Paddy splashed into the water and took Timmy by the arm, pushing him towards the land. "Where's your camp?" he demanded, "Take us there." "I will not!" Timmy answered. "You will if you know what's good for you!" Nev threatened, showing his penknife for emphasis. It was then that Paddy had his devious idea. He whispered into Nev's ear. "Let's have a bit of fun with him." "What kind of fun?" Nev muttered back. "Cock fun!" "What do you mean?" "I'll show you," said Paddy. Then he turned to Timmy, apprehensively standing a few yards away, "Come here, lad!" "You're not going to hurt me, are you?" Timmy pleaded, "Because my daddy and Mr Taylor and everyone will come after you if you do." "No, we're not going to hurt you, I promise," Paddy said, "As long as you do as you are told. Now, come over here." Poor Timmy had no idea what the two nasty boys were planning but he realised that the only way to avoid a beating would be to co-operate. The younger teen had promised, after all, and even if he was a little grubby his face looked an honest one. Reluctantly, Timmy went over to the two gypsy boys. Paddy and Nev were still muttering in hushed tones to one another. Timmy wondered what they were plotting. He was about to find out. "Take your shirt off!" Nev ordered. Timmy stood still, looking fearful. "Take it off!" Nev growled and then he pointed the small knife at the youngster. Timmy had to comply and he pulled his shirt over his head. "Good, now your shorts," Paddy instructed. Timmy unfastened his shorts and they slipped down to his ankles. Now he only had his undergarment on. "Those too!" Nev directed. Timmy was now completely naked and at the mercy of the two older boys. "Look at his puny knob!" Paddy jeered. "And his little ballbag!" Nev added. Timmy tried to cover his modesty with his hands. "Now you've got to do something for us," Nev continued. Then he waved the penknife again, "Unless you want me to use this." The gypsy boys were all bluster, of course. They might have been rough lads from a tough background but there was no way either of them would have considered harming the boy. Still, the threats were working and Timmy was compliant. "What must I do?" Timmy asked. "First of all, kneel down there," instructed Paddy, pointing to a patch of grass. Timmy obliged. Paddy stood behind Timmy and took a rather grimy neckerchief from his breeches pocket. He secured it around Timmy's eyes. Once he was sure the boy couldn't see he joined Nev, who was now standing closely in front of Timmy. "What's going on?" Timmy enquired, "What are you going to do to me?" "Don't worry, little'un, said Nev, "We're not going to do anything to you...no, you're going to do something for us." "We're going to put something in your mouth and you must suck it, see?" said Paddy. "Yes, you suck nicely and we'll let you go free." "Will it taste bad?" Timmy asked. "No, it will taste nice," Nev said, "So, open wide!" During this exchange, the two teens had unfastened themselves, pulling out their rigid cocks. Paddy stepped forward to take the first turn, moving his cock within an inch of Timmy's cute face. He brushed the end of it against Timmy's pretty lips. Timmy felt the contact but could not tell what it was. Paddy rubbed it on the boy's cheek. It felt human, thought Timmy, maybe it was a finger or...wait! It was a willy! The older boy was touching his willy against Timmy's face! "It's your willy!" he exclaimed, "You want to put your willy in my mouth!" "Yes, I do," Paddy chuckled, "So, suck it nicely, there's a good boy!" With this, Paddy probed the end of his four-or-so inches into little Timmy's open mouth. Beneath the blindfold, Timmy's eyes were screwed up in horror at the naughtiness of what was happening. These boys were bullies, he thought, and they were making him do something very rude! Timmy felt Paddy's cock upon his tongue, sliding in a little way. Paddy was making appreciative noises. "That's good," Paddy mumbled, "Suck my cock!" Timmy hadn't heard that word before - they were willies, not cocks! He could now taste the teen who was pushing himself slowly in and out. It did not taste bad after all, Timmy decided, in fact the hotness and hardness of it intrigued him. He closed his lips around the stiff organ and began to suck and lick it. The excitement and the wickedness of it, the helplessness he felt and yet enjoyed, began to have an unexpected effect – Timmy felt his own willy stiffening. "Ha-ha! He's enjoying it," Nev spluttered, noticing the state of Timmy's little rod. "Not half as much as I am!" Paddy grinned, pushing his cock between Timmy's moist lips once more. "Let me have my turn, you dirty bugger!" Nev said, almost pushing his friend aside, "If you want to play have a go with that!" he continued, pointing at Timmy's erection. Paddy's willy had seemed big to young Timmy so he was even more surprised when Nev took his turn. Nev was at least six inches down there and it had a meaty girth that boy's willies did not share. Timmy gulped in surprise but did he best to cope with the teenager's size. He then felt Paddy's hands on his own prong, fiddling and groping. Simon had played with it like this just yesterday. Recollecting that delight reminded Timmy that Simon had finished by making some gooey stuff. Oh, my gosh, thought Timmy, will these big boys make the gooey stuff too? He turned his hand and Nev's stiff cock dangled free, dripping with Timmy's saliva. "Hey, why have you stopped?" Nev demanded. "Are you going to make the gooey stuff?" Timmy asked. "The gooey stuff?" "He means spunk!" laughed Paddy, "He wants to know if we're going to spunk up!" "Don't put the gooey stuff in my mouth, please," begged Timmy. "Suck me for a bit longer and I promise we won't squirt in your mouth," Nev replied. Timmy sucked Nev for a while. The sixteen-year-old was groaning and thrusting his hips. "I'm close, what about you, Paddy?" Paddy had been wanking himself all the while. Playing with the little boy's cock was a real turn-on and seeing the boy sucking on Nev's monster was such an erotic sight. "Yes, very close!" Paddy announced, standing up. "Can I see?" asked Timmy. "What do you want to see?" "I want to see the stuff coming out of your willies!" "Untie the blindfold, Paddy, we'll give him a show!" Paddy untied the blindfold. For the first time, Timmy was able to see the teenagers' cocks which they were now jerking rapidly. They were the biggest willies he had ever seen! Timmy barely realised it, but he was now enjoying himself, playing with his own willy. "Shall we spunk up on his face!" Paddy suggested. "Good idea. Are you ready for this, lad?" Timmy nodded. He couldn't explain why, but he wanted the big boys' stuff on his face. When it happened, he was rather surprised by the quantity. Simon had only made little blobs of milky fluid. These two boys shot strings of thicker cream. Some splashed onto Timmy's face and trickled down his chin. Nev's load even spurted onto the boy's naked chest. ... With all this sexual activity, we have perhaps lost sight of the other boys in out tale. We should recall that Joe and Robin were elsewhere on the island, exploring a rugged outcrop of rocks. As they scrambled back to ground level they found themselves in an area of scrub, tall grasses and shrubs. "We'll have to go back to the campsite soon," said Joe, "I wonder if Simon's back yet?" "I bet Timmy hasn't been having as much fun as we have," Robin beamed, "Climbing mountains is much more fun than paddling!" "Hardly mountains, Robin, but I agree it was a real hoot" "Ouch!" cried young Robin. "What's the matter?" "I've been stung! It's all right for you in your long trousers but the stinging nettles got me on the leg and it hurts." "Where did they sting you/" Robin tugged at the hem of his shorts, pulling them up and revealing the flesh almost to the groin. "There," he said, showing Joe a small red patch on his inner thigh. "Sit there," Joe said, indicating a fallen tree nearby, "I'll get some dock leaves. They'll take the sting away." Robin sat, clutching the edge of his shorts, while Joe found some dock leaves. He returned to Robin with his `medicine'. "Here, rub the stings with this," he said, passing a large leaf to Robin. "You do it, Joe," Said Robin, "I'll hold my shorts up." Joe crouched before the youngster and gently rubbed the boy's inner thigh with the leaf. "Better?" "A little, thanks." Joe could see all the way up Robin's thigh. His loose underwear afforded a glimpse of his tiny cock, dangling over a small nutsack. "I can see your willy," Joe giggled. "That's rude!" Robin replied, "Looking at other boy's willies is naughty!" "I wasn't looking, it was just there, that's all! Anyway, haven't you ever looked at another boy's willy?" "Well..." Robin began, sheepishly, "Sometimes I see boys' willies at school when we get ready for P.E." "There you go, then. That isn't naughty, is it?" "And I have seen Timmy's willy," Robin confessed. Joe was about to pursue this but Robin continued, "And Simon's willy, too." "At bath-time, I imagine." "Yes, bath-time," Robin went on, "But sometimes he just likes to show me." "Really?" said Joe in surprise. "His willy is much bigger than mine. He makes it go hard and sometimes he asks me to touch it." "Gosh!" "He has hairs growing around it, too!" Joe, of course, was as familiar with Simon's privates as Robin was but he didn't let on. "That's because he's older then you, Robin." "Joe?" "Yes." "Does that mean your willy is even bigger and hairier than Simon's? After all, you are older, aren't you?" "Um...yes, I am older," Joe stumbled, "And I suppose it is bigger than his." "Golly gumdrops!" Robin enthused, "Will you show it to me? Please?" Joe briefly considered the request. "I will show you but you must not tell anyone if I do." "I promise." "And so it's fair, you must let me see your willy as well." Robin agreed and in an instant pulled down his shorts and underwear. "Look, Joe, my willy has got hard!" he grinned. Joe admired the tiny cocklet, jutting two inches from the boy's smooth groin, as he unfastened his own trousers. He sat beside Robin and pulled his underwear down. Joe's erect four-incher looked huge by comparison. Now it was Robin's turn to look on appreciatively. "I say, Joe, it's like a jolly big sausage!" he giggled, "Bigger than Simon and lots of hair!" Robin looked at the tuft of pubes sprouting from the base of Joe's cock and then down at his own glabrous genitals. His gaze returned to Joe's adolescent organ. "Would you like me to play with it, Joe?" he asked, with a hint of devilment. Joe didn't speak but sat back a little to allow the ten-year-old unhindered access. Robin was soon wanking Joe like an expert. He's obviously played with Simon plenty of times, Joe thought! "That feels nice, Robin," Joe said, reaching out to fondle the boy's stiffness. Robin's scrotum was pulled up tight but Joe could feel the two tiny nuggets within. He toyed with the youngster as he gradually felt his orgasm arising. Robin sensed the impending finale. "I'll keep going until it squirts the white stuff," he announced. So, he masturbates Simon until he spunks up, Joe thought. Gosh, are there any more surprises coming?! As Simon's pace quickened, Joe's limbs went rigid and he drew in a large breath between his teeth. Then he fired a squirt of boycum. It went several inches and dropped onto a patch of nettles. Several smaller pulses oozed from his hard knob as Robin squeezed and cajoled the last drops. As Joe's orgasm subsided, Robin flicked some cum from his fingers and then wiped the residue on the dock leaf. "It looks like we got our own back on the nettles," he laughed, noticing the creamy splodge hanging on the stinging plant's leaves. "We most certainly did!" laughed Joe. ... When Joe and Robin returned to the camp-site they found Simon and Timmy already there. "Did you get Mr Taylor ashore safely?" Joe asked. "Yes, and he spent most of the journey muttering and moaning!" Simon replied, "He'll be back in the motor-boat tomorrow just to check that we're all fine." "I'm sure we're all fine, aren't we Robin!" Joe said, with a crafty wink at the little boy. "Oh, yes, we're having lots of fun aren't we!" Robin beamed. "What about you, Timmy?" Joe said, turning to his younger brother, "Are you having fun? How was the paddling?" "It was super, thanks," Timmy answered. "Did you get wet?" "Only a little...but there was lots of splashing!" Timmy replied, thinking of the teenagers who had splashed their hot cum onto him. "Let's have our lunch," Simon suggested, "And then we'll explore a little further." "This is such an exciting adventure!" cheered Robin and they all agreed that it was. ... If you have enjoyed reading this, or any of the other stories on Nifty, please consider donating and keep this remarkable resource free http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Thanks to those who have contacted me to date. I always welcome comments and feedback and answer all emails. My contact details are shown at the top.