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Introduction
This story is designed to fit into events in the books of Arthur Ransome's Swallows and Amazons series.
Chapter 4.1 - New Friends
Summary
This story follows Dick and Dot on their holidays in the Norfolk Broads. It takes place in the Easter holidays after the previous story and introduces some new characters.
Story (m/m, f/f/f, m/m/m)
15-year-old Dot Callum was fretting as the train waited at Norwich station. She and her 14-year-old brother Dick had come up from London on the through train, which had to reverse at Norwich to carry on to Cromer. They would not be going the whole way - just another three stops to Wroxham. Dick being Dick had wanted to get out and the station and look at the engine being changed, but Dot had forbidden it, not sure of how long it would be before they set off again. Eventually, a whistle blew to start the train off. Dot told Dick to pull his head in and close the window, but before he could, he notice a lad laden with parcels, running along the platform to catch the train. Dick noticed that he was looking into each compartment as he passed, as if searching for someone.
He reached their compartment and suddenly tripped on the rope he was carrying, dropping some of the things he was carrying, just as the train started to move off. Remarkably quickly, the boy picked up his things and ran alongside the train. Despite being shouted at by a porter to get the next train, he flung his things through Dick and Dot's compartment window, before grabbing the handle, opening the door, the pulling himself inside. Dick closed the door and turned his attention to the boy on the floor of the train. The newcomer was about his own age, wearing knee boots, shorts and a knitted jersey.
The boy quickly recovered, tidied his things up and sat on the seat opposite Dick and Dot. They got talking as the train left Norwich - about what their fathers did, and what they were interested in. Despite mutual interests in birds and boats, Dick found it difficult to talk to the new boy as he was quite attractive. Dick found himself wondering if the bulge in the boy's shorts was an erection or just the way the material was laying. Dot did manage to get more from the boy, learning that he had a boat called Titmouse on the river near Horning, not far from where the boat that she and Dick would be staying on.
When the train arrived at Wroxham, the boy looked warily around as the train slowed and stopped, and attempted to nonchalantly leave, but was caught by the station master, who gave him far less of a telling off than the authorities at Norwich may have wished. Dick and Dot met Mrs Barrable, their mother's old school mistress, with whom they would be staying, along with Mrs Barrable's brother. On the way out of the station, they heard the boy saying to the station master that he had been looking for Port and Starboard.
On hearing that Dick and Dot had made friends with the boy, and seeing that the station master clearly knew him, Mrs Barrable asked who he was, and learned that his name was Tom Dudgeon, and he was the local doctor's son, and that Port and Starboard were twin girls who lived nearby.
After stopping in Wroxham for some supplies, Mrs Barrable and the teens took a boat down the river to Horning. Their boatman also knew Tom as well as Port and Starboard. On their way down river, they were passed by a motor launch going too fast, whose strong wash disrupted, but didn't overturn, a small white dinghy-sized boat. A head poked out as Dot recognised Tom and Dick the name of his boat. They shouted greetings as they passed. Further on down the river, the boatman slowed to let a race pass them, and pointed out two girls in the second boat who he noted were Port and Starboard. Dot saw as they passed that they must have been a similar age to her and her brother.
As they passed through the village of Horning, the boatman pointed out Tom's house and, next door, but set further back from the river, the house where Port and Starboard lived with their father. They left the village, and were now looking out for Teasel, the boat Mrs Barrable had hired. They had just come in sight of Teasel, when Dot saw another boat coming up river. This boat was old, black ships boat, with two boys rowing and another by the tiller. As it passed, she saw the name Death and Glory, badly painted on the prow, and that that boys in the boat were slightly younger than her and Dick. After the Death and Glory had passed, the boatman said that the boys were local boatbuilders sons, and more friends of Tom Dudgeon.
They unloaded their things from the boat, and put them aboard Teasel. Mrs Barrable showed them to their cabin at the front of the boat, and said they could have a few minutes to settle in whilst she unpacked some of the things she had bought in Wroxham. Dot was disappointed in a few ways. Firstly, Teasel, whilst big, was still small enough that it rocked as people moved about in it. This, and the fact that Mrs Barrable was not far away, even when she was in her own cabin at the other end of the boat, meant that there was no likelihood of any hanky panky on this holiday. By now she was desperate. She'd had sex with one of the sixth formers the night before the holiday, but her parents had been home at the start of the holidays, so had been forced to rely on her hand since. Normally, she would have pestered her brother for something by now, but she hadn't been able to find the time.
She was brought to by Mrs Barrable calling for help with the afternoon tea. As they started, the race passed them heading down the river, then twenty minutes later passed back up. Dot paid particular attention to Port and Starboard's boat, which was by now in the lead. She called encouragement to their boat, and could have sworn that one of the girls turned as their boat passed and gave her a smile.
After they had had dinner, Dick and Dot were doing the washing up whilst Mrs Barrable was in her cabin. As they washed, they had a whispered conversation, so that Mrs Barrable would not overhear.
"You couldn't stop drooling at that boy on the train," Dot hissed to her brother.
"I don't know what you mean," he hissed back.
"I don't blame you at all, he was hot."
"You think pretty much all boys were hot."
"I bet I can have him."
"Have you not had enough?"
"No, I haven't had any since school broke up."
They would have continued but were disturbed by the Teasel rocking. They, and Mrs Barrable, hurried on deck. There was nothing to see, just the sound of a motor cruiser heading up the river towards them. It slowed and one of the people aboard accused Dick of having cast the cruiser adrift. Mrs Barrable stood up for him as she was aware that he had been on Teasel all afternoon. When the cruiser had moved on, Mrs Barrable called, and Tom Dudgeon appeared from where he had been hiding in the reeds. She had noticed the signs of his access across Teasel.
After some chatting about why Tom had cast the cruiser adrift, and hearing that it was for a good reason - to save the chicks of a nesting bird, Mrs Barrable asked Tom about sailing, as he clearly had some experience on the water. Tom thought that he could sail Teasel - with some help from Port and Starboard who were also experienced sailors. This gave Mrs Barrable some pause for thought. She had not wanted to sail Teasel without her brother being there, and the disappointment on Dick and Dorothea's faces when they had heard that he had been called to London was obvious.
The next morning, Mrs Barrable paid a call on Dr Dudgeon and his wife, to ask if Tom, Port and Starboard would be able to help on her boat for the rest of the holidays. The teens met her in the garden after the conversation, where the state of Tom's immaculate boat did even more to convince Mrs Barrable. Plans were made for a trial cruise that afternoon.
Afternoon came, and Tom, Port, and Starboard went down the river in Titmouse. They were getting themselves ready to go, when the Death and Glories arrived, rowing fit to burst.
"The Margoletta has sailed and is headed this way," Joe (the largest of the three 13-year-olds) said urgently.
Tom was panicked, but Mrs Barrable reassured him that Teasel could not be boarded without her permission, which she would not give. The wind was not sufficient for sailing, so they started off towing the Teasel. The Death and Glories in their boat, with Port and Starboard taking care of Titmouse for Tom. The two smaller boats towed Teasel down to Ranworth Broad, and arrived just in time to miss the Margoletta cruising past the end of the dyke that led to the broad. Much of the time was taken up with rowing practice, and the experienced teens found Dick and Dot quick learners. Hints had been dropped during the afternoon that the Coot Club (of Tom, the twins and the Death and Glories) was a bit more than just for bird protection.
Arriving back at Teasel, Tom put the suggestion to Mrs Barrable that Dick and Dot would benefit from some practice on the river - just back to Horning - and he would be able to bring them back later, the Margoletta being known to be off in the other direction. Mrs Barrable agreed to this, and saw two boats heading back - the Death and Glory with its usual crew plus Dot, with Dick assisting in Titmouse. They arrived back at Tom's house and hurried off to the shed where the Coot Club held their meetings. It was Tom and Dr Dudgeon's workshop, so was spacious and had plenty of work benches. There were some motley old chairs along with blankets and cushions the Coots used for their meetings.
Tom gave the potted history of the club - it had stared just as a group of friends, then had grown into bird watching and protection on the river until, as teens, it had turned into something more when, just seeing what would happen, Tom had asked Nell (aka Starboard) if she'd like to stay after and fool around a bit. Starboard had been more than happy to, but then once she and Tom had done stuff together, it seemed necessary to let Port (or Bess) in as well. Then one day, Joe had come back after a meeting and seen Tom and one of the twins going at it, so had had to be involved with the rest of the Death and Glories.
"How does that work then?" asked Dot, innocently, "there are only two girls."
"You are right," Tom said. "There is usually at least one set of two boys together. Often they will just jerk each other off, but sometimes they will fuck. I've had all of the others. We pick tokens from a bag to decide the couples. I go first, then the person I pick picks the next person to choose, and so on. Whoever is the one that picks the token gets to decide what the couple will do."
"And my sister and I have messed around with each other for a few years," Port added. "I think it is a twin thing."
"How will we fit in?" Dot asked.
"I thought I'd add my token to the bag," Tom said. "As guests, you can both pick before any of us go. Show Dick and Dot your tokens."
Each teen extracted a small wooden token from about their person. The tokens had the first letter of their names on, apart from Pete's which was blank.
"Can't have two Ps you see," Tom said. "Port didn't want to be Bess (which would have then conflicted with Bill), so Pete got a blank."
Dick could see that all the tokens apart from Tom's were chipped in some way. Tom put the six tokens in the bag, shook it to mix the tokens, and offered it over to Dick and Dot.
"Eldest chooses first" he said.
Dot extended her hand and, not really caring, pulled a token from the bag. Dick was more careful, quickly feeling each token. He was in luck. The unblemished token was still in the bag, so he chose that one. Dot showed her token first, revealing the S of Starboard, followed by Dick showing the T for Tom. Passing the bag to Starboard, the girl chose her sister.
"Would it be awful if I just asked to go with Dot and Starboard?" Port asked.
"Not if the D and Gs’ are OK to go together.
"It's nothing we haven't done, just two of us at a time," Joe said.
That being settled they went off in their groups. Dot took the twins to one side of the shed, Dick and Tom went to the other side whilst the Death and Glories put a nest of cushions on the floor.
Tom had hoped that Dot would pick his token, but, now that Dick had picked it, he wanted to take control of the situation.
"Do you just want to jack me off, or can I fuck you?" he asked.
"Well, as I chose you, I thought I'd get to fuck you." Dick replied. "I thought you said that was how it worked."
It was not possible for Tom to deny this.
"It's just I've never not been in control before, so never been fucked. It's mainly been about getting sex for me. The twins are hot, but I still enjoy getting off on the boys."
"I see you have something to help," Dick said, having noticed a jar of Vaseline on the workbench.
"What do you mean?"
"The Vaseline. It helps you get in."
"Gosh. I haven't used it much. Pete always asks me too though."
"Let's get you ready then."
Dick indicated the Tom should get up and lie back on the workbench. Before he got onto the bench, he removed his clothes, revealing a body that was just as good looking as Dick had hoped that it would be. Dick noticed that Tom was half-hard at the moment. He certainly planned to change that, but he was happy to take his time. He was hardening himself, seeing the naked boy in front of him. For now, he contented himself with just removing his shirt, which he dropped on the floor. Taking the lubricant on his fingers, he started working on Tom's hole with one hand, while with the other he gently masturbated the 15-year-old up to full hardness.
Tom was surprised by the position Dick had him in. Whenever he had fucked one of the Death and Glories, he had bent them over something convenient and taken them from behind. Whilst he had been wanked by both Port and Starboard, it seemed to him that Dick was much more experienced with a cock, as the younger boy knew just how to touch him to turn him on. The masturbation was even working to distract Tom from what Dick's other hand was doing at his arse. Yes, he could feel what was going on, but he was relaxed into it and, dare he say, enjoying what was happening.
Once he was happy that he would be able to enter Tom without much trouble, Dick pulled down his shorts and briefs, revealing his thick, hard, just over eight-inch cock, the pubes above shaved off leaving his body hairless, and the large balls hanging below.
"Oh my God!" exclaimed Tom when he saw what was about to enter him. This shout caused any of the others who could to turn to see what was happening. Dot didn't bother as she was used to the size of her brother's penis now, had already seen him penetrating other boys and was much more interested at that moment with dealing with Port and Starboard.
Having lubed his cock, Dick moved in and gently entered Tom, allowing the boy's virgin hole to get used to being filled. As he did so, he resumed wanking the older boy with his greased hand. As Dick's cockhead eased past his sphincter, Tom naturally drew his knees up, which pulled Dick in more so the younger boy could keep wanking him. Tom could see Dick moving closer and closer until he felt the boy's hips against his backside. He also felt a massive jolt of pleasure as Dick's cock hit his prostate, which he had never had stimulated before.
Dick could feel the tightness of Tom's hole round his cock as he moved in. The tightness confirmed Tom's anal virginity. With the size of his cock, Dick was used to arseholes feeling tight, even if some of the older lads at school that he had fucked had clearly been getting a lot as they were easier to enter. Tom's cock twitched in Dick's hand as the younger boy's shaft stimulated his prostate. As Dick slid out and back in, Tom leaked more pre-cum over the younger boy's hand as it played with his shaft.
As Dick fucked Tom, he could feel the older boy relaxing into the sex. It was a good thing that the shed was well separated from the main house, as Tom was not being quiet in his enjoyment of the fucking he was getting. This noise was surprising to the others that had been fucked by him before - when he was fucking them there was a bit of grunting, then perhaps a "Fuck yeah," or "Oh God!" as he came. Now Tom was pleading with Dick to fuck him more. Dick obliged, speeding up to deeply thrust into Tom, intent only on the sights and sounds of the boy in front of him - the look on his face, the pleasure as Dick bottomed out inside him, the moans of pleasure. The head of Tom's six-inch cock was slick with pre-cum which Dick's hands spread down the shaft, the rest of the 15-year-old's body had a slight sheen of sweat.
Each time Dick entered him, Tom got an electric jolt as the younger boy's thick cock rubbed against his prostate. He could feel himself getting closer and began to beg Dick to make him cum. Dick responded by taking his hand off Tom's cock and using both as leverage on the older boys raised legs to increase the intensity of his pounding. Dick was also close. It was different getting to fuck a guy close to his own age - there had obviously been Roger, but mostly at school it was the seventeen or eighteen year olds. Often he closed his eyes when he came in a guy, but this time his eyes were wide open, looking down on Tom, whose own eyes were rolled back in pleasure as Dick filled his hole with seed for the first time.
Dick's swelling cock as he bred Tom pushed the older boy over the edge and he sprayed his own cum over his body - the first, powerful shot hitting his face. He had never cum like that before - not when he was wanking, not when he lost his virginity with Nell, not when he had fucked anyone. He thought it was over when Dick withdrew his wilting cock, but was re-stimulated as Dick began to lick the cum shots off his post-orgasmically sensitive body. He expected Dick to avoid the shot on his face, but the boy didn't. Dick licked the cum from Tom's cheek then moved across and the lick turned into a full-on kiss. Tom had never kissed anyone before - with the club members it was just sex - they spread their legs or arseholes and he fucked them. He was so turned on that his cock came back to life, despite the intensity of his recent orgasm.
"You liked than then?" Dick asked when the kiss broke.
"Fuck yes," Tom replied.
They went to pull their clothes back on, finding that they were the last to finish.
Whilst her brother had been busy with Tom, Dot had the twins to deal with. She moved in to kiss Nell whilst her hands quested under both Nell and Bess's clothes. The twins assisted by hitching up their skirts so that Dot could get easier access. The older girl was surprised to find that neither of the twins was wearing underwear.
"We never do when we are here," Bess said, as her twin was busy kissing Dot. "It usually ends in sex so what's the point. Fuuuck."
This last was in response to Dot's fingers finding the younger girl's clit. The fingers of Dot's other hand were on Nell's clit and the girl was squirming as they kissed. Unlike Dot' neither of the twins was shaved down below, so their pubic hair tickled her hands as her fingers worked at their love buttons. It was Nell who made the first move on Dot, her hand reaching into Dot's skirt and running over Dot's underwear. Dot was glad that she had put on her better underwear, not the slightly rougher school uniform underwear she wore, even in the holidays, when she thought she would have a hard or mucky day. Nell's fingers ran up Dot's slit on the outside of the underwear then, on reaching the waistband, plunged back down inside.
"How come you have no pubes?" asked Nell, breaking the kiss.
"I shave," replied Dot, simply. "It feels so much nicer on certain occasions."
Dot turned her attention to Bess, kissing the girl whilst removing her hand from Nell's crotch to undo Bess' skirt and blouse. As well as wearing no knickers, Bess also wore no bra, and Dot took the opportunity to gently caress the 14-year-old's tits. Nell was attempting to take the same action with Dot, and the older girl felt the cool breeze against her body as Nell succeeded in removing her outer clothes. Once those were gone, Nell pushed down Dot's underwear, to leave the 15-year-old in just her bra.
"What are you waiting for," Bess asked her sister, who responded by removing her own clothes, then turning to kiss her sister.
Seeing the twin sisters kissing each other caused Dot's cunt to moisten even more. She felt she needed three hands - two to play with the twins snatches and another to work on her own. She contented herself for now with playing with the twins - one hand in each cunt as the twins kissed deeply in front of her, each twin playing with the other twin's breasts as they did so. The kiss broke as Tom exclaimed when he saw the size of Dick's cock. Dot took advantage of this distraction to drop to her knees to start tonguing Nell, reaching her left hand between the girl's legs to gently use her buttocks to pull her in to her mouth. Her right hand worked away at Bess - both on her clit and sliding inside the girl's moist pussy.
The twins were both clearly very much into it and it didn't take long until she had made both of them cum. Dot didn't mind this as, whilst she would go down on an unshaved minge unlike some girls at school, she did prefer shaved. As ever the taste of a girl cumming was delightful to her. The twins tasted very similar, but not identical, as she licked Bess' pussy juice off her fingers.
Once recovered, the twins turned the tables on Dot. Both of them went down on her. Nell, approaching from one side, got her mouth onto Dot's clit as Bess, on the other side concentrated her tongue on Dot's pussy lips, gently probing inside occasionally. They clearly had experience and knew how to pleasure a girl. Dot was already well on the way after she had eaten out Nell and fingered Bess. The other sex going on was also turning her on and she did not know where to look - should she concentrate on the girls in front of her, should she look at the circle jerk off to one side, or should she watch her brother pounding Tom's hole. She wouldn't mind sex with any of them.
Dot could feel her orgasm building, and she pushed the twin's heads down as the tingle turned into full on pleasure. The twins kept going then, when Dot had cum, licked up all her juices. Raising their faces from Dot's snatch, they kissed each other, each girl finding her sister's cunt to gently massage it as they did so. Reluctantly they parted, putting their dresses back on. The part was obviously over, so Dot dressed as well, her eyes on her brother who was still going with Tom as she did so.
"That was good," said Bess.
"A bit different to normal," added Nell. "The only girl I'd been with before is Bess."
"We'll have to try and do more whilst I am here then," said Dot, thinking of a present she had got from Nancy and Titty at the end of the last holiday. "I'm sure we will stay in touch."
Tom and Dick had now finished up, and Tom had looked at his watch and declared that they should be heading back down the river.
The last of the groups was the three, thirteen-year-old Death and Glories, Joe, Bill and Pete. Joe was the oldest and Pete the youngest, having had his birthday in February. They went off to one side, with Tom and Dick on one side and the girls off in the opposite direction.
"I had hoped with another girl I'd have a better chance at getting sex with one," complained Bill.
"Another boy arrived as well though," said Joe, in a conciliatory tone. "You know the numbers mean there always has to be one male/male pair."
"It doesn't make it any better," grumbled Bill.
"Let's just do what we need to then," Joe encouraged.
"Ok, but I want to be able to watch the girls," said Bill.
"Me too," added Pete.
"Alright then," said Joe, in a resigned tone.
In truth, Joe had no problem with his friends watching the girls, as he had no interest in that. He'd had sex with them if he or they had drawn each other's tokens but, if he was being honest, he much preferred being fucked by Tom (or any boy for that matter, not that he'd got any from another boy) than going with the girls. He'd fucked Pete once as well, but didn't enjoy it as much as being fucked.
The three boys pulled down their shorts. Like the girls, and unlike Tom, none of them was wearing underwear. All were hard or semi-hard. As they removed their shorts, they discussed the order, and it was decided that Joe would jerk Bill as Bill did Pete whilst Pete completed the circle by wanking Joe. This suited Joe as Bill was the most reticent about touching boys, whereas Pete seemed happy enough to jerk any of the boys off and had quite a good technique. As well as being the oldest, Joe had the biggest cock at five-and-a-half inches - the other two being about half-an-inch shorter.
Settling down, they got business in hand, Joe loving the feel of his friend's cock in his hands whilst Pete wanked him off. Bill and Joe's attention was grabbed with Tom's exclamation at the size of Dick's penis. Pete looked over and immediately started to wonder how he could get some of what Tom was getting. Whilst it was nice being bent over by Tom, Dick's big cock and the position Tom was in would be nice. He had kept up his wanking of Bill whilst this had been going on.
Whilst Bill and Pete had stopped wanking, they quickly began again. It was Joe who came first, followed by Bill, whose attention to the girls and Pete's hand on his cock soon him spurting cum. Joe was the last one to cum, despite what he was seeing and feeling. His orgasm was intense though as he thought of dark-haired Dick and his large cock.
They dressed and settled down to watch the girls. Whilst Joe was facing the girls, his eyes were pointed off to one side drinking in the sight of Dick and Tom.
Chapter 4.2 - A Night Alone
Summary
This story follows Dick and Dot on their holidays in the Norfolk Broads. This story continues immediately after the end of the previous story.
Story (m mast)
After their session with the club, Dick and Tom were they last to pull their clothes back on. When they had done so, Tom looked at his watch and announced that they would have to go back down to join the Teasel. The party broke up, with Port and Starboard (really called Bess and Nell) heading back over the little ditch to their house and the Death and Glories (Joe, Bill and Pete) going to their respective homes. Dick, Dot and Tom boarded the Titmouse for the journey back. Tom tried to sit down in the boat, but quickly realised that was not going to be an option as his arse was still sensitive from the fucking he'd taken from Dick. He could also feel a dampness back there. Hopefully he hadn't injured himself - how would explain that to his father, the only doctor in the village.
He left Dick and Dot in the boat whilst he excused himself to check that he had locked up. When he got back to the shed, he quickly pulled down his shorts and underwear. There was no blood, just a damp patch. Suddenly he realised what it was - it was Dick's cum leaking out. Satisfied that he was undamaged, he returned to the boat, and suggested that this would be excellent time for Dick and Dot to get some rowing practice whilst he knelt in the boat in the only position that seemed comfortable.
Despite Dick and Dot's lack of experience in boats, they made good time back to the Teasel in Ranworth Broad. Tom dropped them off with Mrs Barrable on the Teasel and set off for the other side of the broad where he would be tying up for the night. Although it was not really designed to be propelled that way, he stood and sculled Titmouse Indian-fashion rather than deal with the ache in his hole had he tried to row. When the boat was secure to the bank, he set about getting Titmouse ready for the night, pulling the canvass cover over and lighting the lantern as it was getting dark now.
Aboard Teasel, the crew were all below decks, even the pug, William, Mrs Barrable was in her cabin aft, with Dick and Dot in the front cabin in the nose of the boat. Dot could look out of the little porthole and could see the light of Tom's boat not too far away. The bright light of Tom's lantern cast sharp shadows on the white canvass tent-like structure that covered the boat when Tom was camping in it. Dot watched the shadows as Tom made his preparations for bed. She could see him moving things for his comfort when he lay back. The sleeping bag was removed from storage and unrolled. She saw with delight the 15-year-old take his shirt off then he stood and stooped under the low roof to remove his shorts and underwear. She caught a very quick glimpse of the shadow of his cock as he moved around, then he lay down and the show was over.
In his sleeping bag, Tom lay back down the length of the boat, listening to the sounds of the light wind and the few night birds that were around. He had extinguished the lantern so was in darkness as he thought back over the events of the past days - casting loose the Margoletta to save the coots. Being saved himself by Mrs Barrable. Meeting Dick and Dot. The rowing on the broad. Going back to the clubhouse and the sex. He could feel his cock hardening at the thought of the sex. Generally after a club session he didn't wank in the evening, but for some reason tonight he wanted to knock one out.
In his mind's eye he thought of the new girl, Dot. Her small, but perfectly formed breasts. Her lithe body and what he wanted to do to it. Her dark hair. Tom gently stroked his hard cock to these thoughts.
But wait, that dark hair was too short to be Dot's. Those weren't her glasses he was imagining. His hand fell from his cock, though it had not wilted at the thought's he was having. His left had reached out in panic and grabbed at something, which turned out to be his underwear. His index finger landed in the still damp patch where Dick's cum had drained from his arse. If he felt between his legs, he could still sense the stickiness where Dick's cum had dried on his skin as it drained.
Bizarrely, his cock had not gone flaccid at this. If anything, his body was trying to pump more blood to make him harder. He had to admit that being buggered by Dick had been amazing, and he had had the greatest orgasm of his life. Perhaps he should just let his mind play the fantasy out to the conclusion.
Tom took himself in hand again and began to wank for the second time.
The fantasy began as before, watching Dot, then as her face morphed into that of her brother, in his mind, Tom leant forward for a kiss. He could remember the sensation of his first kiss earlier - with a boy no less - not a thing he had ever have imagined would happen. Tom kissed the imaginary Dick, feeling that boy's cock hardening to its full eight-and-a-bit inches - at least an inch and a half longer than Tom's own. The vision changed again, and now Dick was Dot, and Tom was kissing a girl, his cock straining to enter her.
Tom could see Dot in his imagination, laid back on the bench just as he had been. Her legs spread like his were. This time he was in charge, he was entering her. His cock parting her pussy lips and impaling the girl.
He had brought his left hand inside the sleeping bag now and had reached between his legs where Dick had been earlier that day. He could feel that his sphincter was still loose, then he realised that he was playing with his own arsehole. Dream Dick was now entering him just as he continued to fuck dream Dorothea. He could feel the thickness of the Dick's cock. Even though he knew it to be just his own fingers, in his dreams he was back to being fucked by that gorgeous boy.
Gorgeous? Boy? Those were words he had never thought of together.
This was not the time to let up. He kept finger fucking and wanking himself as the fantasy continued to play out in his mind. He was there, ploughing Dot as her brother fucked him with his big, thick cock. God, but he was getting close now. He could feel his orgasm build, he just needed that extra push to get himself over the edge.
In the dream, Dick came in his arse. He remembered the sensation vividly from earlier that day. The pulse of the thick cock as Dick had pumped him full of spunk. The pleasure from his prostate as Dick's cock had pushed against it. The warm feeling round his cock as he unloaded himself into a girl.
The vigorous activity ended. Tom's hand fell away from his cock as he let the sleeping bag, damp from where it had caught his load, fall onto his stomach and the dribbles of cum that pooled there. He wondered if he would be able to make his fantasy reality. Perhaps Dick and Dot weren't like Port and Starboard and didn't get sexual together. He would have to see what he could do whilst the Callums were both in the area.
Soon he was asleep, the sleeping bag stuck to his stomach with the drying semen.
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