Date: Tue, 14 Mar 2017 20:02:12 +0000
From: puermalo14@hushmail.com
Subject: Wagtails and Spartans 6

Here is the sixth instalment of my story, set in England in the 1930s. As
well as boyhood adventures, there is content that includes sexual activity
between several boys. If you should not be reading this sort of material,
or if you are likely to be offended by it, you are advised to proceed no
further.

PART 6: Simon is captured by the Spartans. Joe secretly watches an orgy.

Characters:
Simon and Robin (brothers, aged 12 and 10)
Joseph (Joe) and Timmy (their cousins, aged 13 and 11)
Nev (16) and Paddy (14), gypsy boys
Mr Taylor, an old farm-hand


The Wagtails played well into the night, finally falling asleep when they
were all exhausted and the older boys had emptied their balls until they
ached. They slept soundly, dreaming of holidays, pirate adventures and
summer sunshine. When they finally awoke, it was rather later than they had
hoped.

"Quickly, lads," Joe pestered, "Mr Taylor will be here soon and we ought to
be washed and dressed at the very least."

They each had a cursory, schoolboy wash in the cold water by the lakeside
and returned to the campsite where Simon had managed to resurrect the
fire. Bacon and eggs were cooked and eaten. Mr Taylor arrived not long
after, as crotchety as ever.

"Good morning, Mr Taylor," greeted Timmy, as the old fellow stepped into
the clearing, muttering under his breath.

"You managed to find us all right then?" Simon asked.

"Aye, I could hear your silly chattering from the lakeside," Mr Taylor
humphed.

"We were just planning the day ahead, that's all," explained
Simon. Actually, they had been teasing Joe who was still complaining about
the dull pain in his balls. What a good thing that Mr Taylor was a little
hard-of-hearing!

"Never mind that," Mr Taylor continued, "I'm here at your mam's request to
check you're all fine...though Lord knows why she let you camp over here on
the island rather than sleeping in your beds."

"Well, Mr Taylor, as you can see we're all in tiptop form," said Joe.  "And
up to mischief, no doubt," grumbled the old man.

The boys looked furtively at one another, sparkling eyes and little grins
recapturing the previous evening's delights. If four boys having an orgy
was `mischief' then, yes, they were all guilty of being up to it.

"No, we've been as good as gold," Simon said.

"And last night we went straight to sleep like all good boys should!"
little Robin added.

"Hmmph!" Mr Taylor grouched, "Now, I've fetched you some more provisions so
here you are, then."

He handed them a bag full of food and drink that Mrs Walton had prepared.

"I have strict instructions to take Master Robin and Master Timothy back
with me," Mr Taylor said, "Mrs Walton is going into Kendal this morning to
buy `em some new shoes."

The two younger boys were disappointed that they had to leave the island
but there was no use in arguing with Mr Taylor.

"Mrs Taylor says that you two older lads can camp another night if you wish
but you must come back tomorrow morning," Mr Taylor went on. "Now then,
come along you two. We don't have all day an' I've got chickens to feed and
water this morning."

So, Robin and Timmy left with the curmudgeonly farmhand leaving Joe and
Simon on the island.

The first thing the two older boys did was to investigate the contents of
the bag Mr Taylor had delivered. There was fresh bread, cheese, tomatoes
and some of Mrs Walton's home-made chutney. She had also packed bacon, some
biscuits, a fruitcake and bottles of ginger beer. There was even a bar of
chocolate for the boys to share. They stored the feast away and tidied the
bedding in the tent.

"What are we going to do today, then?" Joe asked.

"Let's go to the lakeside first," Simon suggested and, once the fire was
damped down, they set off. The island was covered with dense woodland but
they eventually found a pebbly bank which they were soon exploring.

"The sunshine's beautiful," said Simon, removing his shirt and hanging it
on a branch. He stretched his slender young torso, as if to encourage the
sun's rays. He then found a suitable place to sit, chewing on a blade of
grass he had picked. Meanwhile, Joe searched for flat pebbles and spent a
while skimming them across the lake's glittering surface.

"There's a fish!" Simon shouted, as a splash broke the calm surface. "A
trout, I reckon."

"That would be a nice treat for our teatime," Joe said.

They spent a while longer enjoying the sunshine and fresh air and then
decided to walk around the edge of the island until they found themselves
back near the campsite. It didn't turn out as easy as they had expected,
scrambling through dense bracken and getting scratched by wild brambles,
but it was all part of the great adventure and there were no complaints.

Back at the campsite they lunched on crusty bread and chunks of
cheese. Simon announced that he was returning to the spot where they had
been earlier. He had brought his fishing rod and cadged a little bread for
bait.

"I'm going to see if I can catch that fat fish," he said. "I hope he's
still lurking there."

"I'll stay here for a bit," said Joe. He had a storybook he wanted to
finish and, if truth be told, was not that keen on angling.

"I'll be an hour or so," Simon said, setting off with his fishing gear.

"See you later," said Joe. "Good luck!"


...


Morning had begun early in the gypsy camp. After their breakfast, Nev was
summoned by his father and given his tasks for the day. Accompanied by his
friend, Paddy, he was to deliver rabbits and pigeons to one of the local
farmers and return to the site with a load of wood which was to be chopped
up ready for the caravan's little stoves.

Nev prepared the wagon and harnessed the horse while Paddy fetched two
sacks of game which had been recently snared or shot by his uncle. They
were soon clip-clopping along the dusty track towards one of the many
farmsteads that were scattered throughout the Lake District.

"I wonder if those lads are still on the island?" said Nev.

"What fun we had with that one yesterday," Paddy replied. "All that
spunking on his innocent face!"

"I reckon this sunshine makes me horny," Nev said. "I wouldn't mind a bit
more of that."

"You're always horny," Paddy laughed. "You don't need sunshine for that!"

"Well, you're just as bad!" Nev replied, flicking on the reins to encourage
the rather reluctant horse.

"Them lads are going to have to wait for another day," Paddy said.

"I don't think we should keep `em waiting. Let's sail over there and see
what we can find."

"There'll be trouble if we don't do what we've been told."

"You worry too much. We'll deliver the rabbits, fetch the wood and then nip
across to the island. There's time a-plenty for work and play!"

Paddy didn't need much persuading as thoughts of those sexy young boys was
paramount. After a while they reached the farm where they exchanged their
items for a load of logs. It was heavy work lifting them into the cart but
the two teenagers strained and struggled, finishing the task and wiping
their sweaty brows. They climbed up onto the cart and set off, this time
heading for the lakeside where their dinghy was hidden. They unharnessed
the horse, tethering it to the ground where it quickly found some lush
grass to enjoy. In next to no time their little boat, `The Spartan', was
sailing towards the island.

"Pass me the telescope, Paddy" Nev said. Paddy handed him the rather
battered telescope, a relic from the Great War, that the boys kept on the
boat. Nev was soon scanning the island.

"See anyone?" Paddy asked.

"No, not yet," Nev replied, "Perhaps them lads ain't there today."

"Let me look," Paddy said.

"Wait! There! I see someone!"

"Where?"

"You see them big trees?"

"The elms?"

"Yes. A little way to the right of them I can see a boy."

Paddy swiped the telescope to verify the sighting. Sure enough, in the
distance there was a boy beside the edge of the lake.

"I reckon he's fishing," Paddy said. "It ain't the same lad we caught
yesterday."

"Has he seen us?"

"No, we're too far off still."

Nev swung the boat around, steering it away from the boy and plotting a
course that would take them further up the shoreline.

"We'll moor further round and then give him a surprise," said Nev.

"He'll get more than a surprise!" Paddy chuckled.


...


Simon was concentrating on his fishing. He hadn't had much luck yet. A
large fish had taken the bait and pulled free but he did at least have a
couple of small trout, enough for a teatime treat for Joe and himself.

Nev and Paddy had landed and made their way to where they had seen him,
moving furtively through the undergrowth. They were now watching the boy
from some bushes.

"It's certainly not the same lad," Nev whispered. "He looks a year or so
older."

"We might have a bit of a fight on our hands," Paddy murmured.

"Nowt we can't handle!" Nev replied. They crept a little closer.

"What are we going to do to him?" whispered Paddy. Nev's wide grin was a
clear answer.

"I know you're there," Simon called out. "I can hear you whispering. You
really are hopeless at stalking!"

Simon had indeed heard the teenagers' approach. He had rather assumed it
was Joe up to some tricks and trying to make him jump so he was bewildered
when Nev and Paddy stepped out from behind the bushes.

"Grab him!" Nev yelled, running at Simon.

The two gypsy boys lunged at Simon who dodged in a frantic attempt to
escape. Paddy managed to trip the boy who fell to the ground awkwardly. Nev
leapt upon him and pinned him down, sitting astride the boy's back. He took
hold of Simon's head and twisted it roughly.

"What are you doing on our island?" Nev confronted.

"Let go, you're hurting," Simon replied.

"We have a cheeky one here, don't we Paddy?" Nev said to his compatriot.

"What shall we do to him?" Paddy said, sardonically.

Let's torture him," Nev said. It was merely a threat but it served its
purpose of frightening the helpless boy.

"Let's tie him up first," suggested Paddy. He removed the cord around his
waist that served as a makeshift belt to hold his trousers up.

Simon wriggled but the two boys were older and stronger and he was
unceremoniously dragged a few yards to the trunk of an old elm nearby. They
sat him down with a thump and, while Nev held him firmly, Paddy pulled the
boy's arms back and secured him tightly.

"Let me go, you horrid bullies!" Simon said. He struggled once more but
realised his situation was rather hopeless.

Paddy and Nev now had him at their mercy. Of course, their intentions were
not to terrorise Simon but the fact that they now had him powerless before
them was thrilling. There was also a frisson of the erotic, too. A topless
boy tied to a tree – well, the possibilities seemed limitless.

"If you yell out again you'll get a good hiding," Nev threatened.

 "Yes, if you behave yourself we won't hurt you," Paddy said. "We just want
a bit of fun like we had with your mate."

"Look, if you let me go I'll give you the fish that I've caught," Simon
pleaded.

"What would we want with your little fish?" Nev replied. He grabbed his
crotch provocatively, "I have a nice fat fish of my own!"

"Yes, and I bet it is wriggling in there just asking to be freed!" Paddy
laughed.


...


Back at the camp, Joe had finished a couple of chapters of his book and was
beginning to wonder where Simon had got to. He decided to go and find out
and set off in search of his cousin. It didn't take him very long and, as
he approached, he heard voices. It had to be those gypsy boys, he
thought. He carefully made his way towards the place where he knew Simon
had been fishing which was now where the voices were coming from.

He was hoping that Simon wouldn't be there and that he would be able to spy
on the gypsy boys for a while. The sight that greeted him was more than a
little unsuspected. There was Simon, naked from the waist up and tied to a
large tree. Beside him were the two older boys who seemed to be threatening
him in some way. Joe managed to creep a little closer and was now able to
hear what they were saying. They seemed to be talking about fish, for some
odd reason!

"Maybe the lad wants to see my big fish!" Nev was joking.

"Let's take a look at his fish first!" Paddy responded.

Joe couldn't believe his eyes. The younger of the two gypsies was
unfastening Simon's trousers. Despite Simon's best efforts to resist they
were now pulled down unceremoniously, along with his underwear.

"Get off me! Leave me alone!" the unfortunate boy begged.

"Well, I never!" mocked Paddy. "Look at his tiddler!"

The two gypsies were laughing at Simon's predicament and teasing him.

"No bigger than a minnow," Paddy ridiculed. "Show him yer trout!"

Joe watched, gulping as he saw the size of the penis that the older boy was
now flaunting. Timmy hadn't been fibbing after all when he had described
the dimensions of the gypsy boy's cock. There it was, plain to see and
stiffening to more than six inches. It was certainly the biggest willy Joe
had ever seen! He crept a little closer but ensured he would not be
spotted.

Nev was kneeling beside Simon with his erection wobbling inches from the
boy's face. He grabbed at the boy's groin, gripping his small
scrotum. Simon winced.

"Now you had best do as we tell you," threatened Nev, giving the hairless
ballbag a gentle twist.

"Very well," Simon cringed. "Don't hurt me, please! Tell me what I have to
do."


"First you must be a good boy and suck on my dick!" Nev ordered. "Now open
those pretty lips."

Simon obeyed and the fat teencock was soon sliding into the boy's mouth,
making him gag.

"That's it," sighed Nev. "Lick on it!"

Joe watched as his cousin took as much of the cock as he could manage. Now
the other gypsy was undressing, kicking off his boots and removing his
trousers. The cock bounced free and Joe could see that whilst it wasn't as
big as the older boy's it was certainly bigger than his own. Joe felt a
stirring in his own loins. The sight of his cousin helpless before the two
uncouth louts made his cock swell and, without realising it, he pushed a
hand beneath the top of his trousers and fondled his young erection.

Nev removed his dripping cock from Simon's mouth.

"You want a turn?" he asked Paddy.

"You bet I do!" Paddy replied. He stood, straddling Simon's powerless
frame, so that his cock was just in front of the boy's mouth. "Open wide!"
he commanded.

He pushed his four-and-a-half inch rod forward, thrusting into Simon's
mouth. Nev, meanwhile, was slowly wanking himself, his throbbing cock
lubricated by Simon's spit.

Joe continued to spy, wanking his own cock now out of his trousers, as the
two gypsy boys took turns in face-fucking the vulnerable youngster.

"I think he likes it," Paddy commented. "Look at his dinkle!"

True enough, Simon's little cock had stiffened and was now poking up into
the air.

"He sucks good!" said Nev. "Even better than that boy yesterday! Perhaps we
should reward him and return the favour. Go on, Paddy, suck his little
dick...I know you want to!"

Paddy hesitated. His sexual exploits with Nev had been frequent over the
years but there was an unspoken protocol between them that there was
nothing `queer' about it. It was just two lads having a bit of fun, that's
all. Nev had long since worked out the situation, of course. For his own
part, he preferred girls. His games with Paddy were no more than mischief
but he knew very well where Paddy's preferences lay.

"Go on, then!" Nev repeated, once again shoving his hardness into Simon's
mouth.

Paddy crouched down and took the youngster's cock into his mouth. The taste
was unfamiliar but not unpleasant. He sucked it gently, savouring every
inch of the little rod.

Joe was getting close to orgasm and tried to hold back as he watched the
scene unfold before him. Paddy was now on all fours, his face buried in the
boy's groin and his perky rear raised invitingly. Nev couldn't resist the
temptation and moved behind his friend, spitting onto his own cock and
moving closer to Paddy's rear. Joe was entranced. The younger gypsy was
sucking his cousin's hard knob, and Simon' s face revealed that he was
clearly enjoying the experience, but what was the older boy doing there?
Why was he pushing his big willy against the boy's bottom? My goodness! Joe
watched in astonishment. Was the older boy going to put his willy in the
other boy's bumhole! How could a big thing like that fit into a little
bottom? Even more puzzling, why would you want to put your willy in
someone's bum?!

Nev pushed the head of his cock into Paddy's orifice, feeling the
resistance and then the sheer delight as it popped inside. Paddy groaned
but continued to fellate Simon. Simon opened his eyes briefly and gasped
with amazement at what he was seeing. The older gypsy was pushing his big
willy inside the boy's bum. Now he was pulling it out a little way before
resuming his thrusts. The gypsy who was sucking him was definitely enjoying
it, though, judging by the whimpering sounds he was making as he licked and
slurped. Such activity had never occurred to Simon but it was sexy watching
the older lad's stiff bonk on sliding in and out.

Nev was fucking Paddy rapidly as his orgasm approached. He fired his hot
load into Paddy's chute, juddering and moaning. Seeing this tipped Simon
over the edge and he squirted his delicate boycum into Paddy's greedy
mouth. Paddy tasted the droplets of sweet nectar on his tongue and
swallowed them with delight. The moment Nev withdrew, Paddy stood up and
jerked himself rapidly to climax, squirting thin ropes of hot boy cream
into the air.

The sight of three boys cumming brought Joe to a climax. He looked at his
own cocklet as it squirted a small amount of boycum that splashed onto his
fingers. He had nothing to clean himself with so licked the creamy goo from
his fingers. Coming back down to earth, he remembered his predicament. Here
he was, concealed only a few yards from three semi-naked boys. The last
thing he wanted was to be found out so he lay very still, hiding behind the
bushes as best he could.

Paddy and Nev were pulling their clothes back on. Below them, still tied to
the tree was Simon, his cock still half-hard and glistening with a mixture
of his own cum and Paddy's saliva.

"You did well, lad," Nev said. "We'll set you free in a moment then we'll
be off."

Paddy untied the boy, retrieving the cord that was soon back where it
belonged, holding his trousers up. The two teenagers then left, fortunately
for Joe in the opposite direction to where he was concealed. Simon got to
his feet and cleaned the earth from his bottom before putting his own
clothes back on. He then gathered his fishing gear, together with the fish
he had caught, and set off to return to the campsite. On the way, his mind
tussled with the events that he had just been a part of. Was he going to
tell the truth to Joe? He didn't know why, but he had rather enjoyed being
tied up and helpless. Most especially, he had just seen one boy fucking
another boy and now he wanted to experience that first hand. Would Joe want
to try it with him?

As soon as the coast was clear, Joe also set off to camp, taking a
different route. He was also trying to get things straight in his
head. Would he tell Simon that he had witnessed the event? Would Simon be
angry? And what of the willy and bum stuff? Would Simon even want to try
something like that?


...

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