Date: Fri, 08 Sep 2023 10:26:37 +0000
From: R A Coole <racoole@proton.me>
Subject: The Sixties Sexplorers 15

This is the continuing story about a group of young friends growing up and
finding out all about sex during the nineteen-sixties. That was way before
computers and the internet and reliable information back then was generally
difficult to find. Much of what kids learned was picked up from other kids
in the playground and a lot of that was crazily inaccurate. In this story
the kids are rather luckier than that as you will see.  I hope that people
who grew up back then will be able to identify with what they read and that
the younger readers amongst you will enjoy it too despite feeling that it's
ancient history.

I will be posting future chapters here quite regularly. Please do drop me a
line if you enjoy my story - my address is: racoole@protonmail.me

The Sixties Sexplorers

CHAPTER FIFTEEN


In the Spring of 1967 Toby Adamson attained the grand old age of seventeen.
Seventeen at last.  The waiting had seemed interminable. The reason for his
impatience lay in the fact that for several months Toby's provisional
driving licence, postdated to begin on his birthday, had been burning a
hole in his pocket.  Each day since its arrival in its important looking
buffâ€`coloured envelope, he had taken it out and examined it
carefully, cursing the fact that although it was actually in his hand he
was still unable to take a car onto the open highway.  Instead he had had
to content himself by sitting in his mother's car in the driveway,
practising changing gear and reading his wellâ€`thumbed copy of the
highway code.

On the evening before the great day Toby carefully backed the car, a two
year old cream coloured Morris 1100, out of the garage and cleaned it
meticulously from top to bottom. Before putting it away he affixed his
brand new sparkling set of 'L' plates both fore and aft. He virtually had
to be dragged from the driver's seat to go to bed and once there he hardly
slept a wink, so excited was he by the prospect of the following day.

Up at the crack of dawn, Toby breakfasted hastily before getting the car
out of the garage once again.  He turned it round and sat waiting patiently
in the drive. He waited and waited and still Mary Adamson did not appear to
take him out as promised. Eventually he went in search of her, only to find
her quaking in a corner of the bathroom.

'Help.' she protested weakly as he tried to lead her from the room. 'I'm
too young to die.'

'Oh but you promised.' complained her eager offspring. 'You said you'd take
me out provided that I'd be extra careful and drive with two wheels in the
gutter.'

'Couldn't it wait until your father comes home this evening?' his mother
pleaded. 'I'm sure that he'll take you out as soon as he comes in.'

'Not a chance.' growled Toby. 'I'll have wasted a whole day's practice by
then.'

So, shivering like a leaf in an autumn breeze, Mary was led to the car and
installed in the passenger seat.

'Don't you think that perhaps I'd better take the car out into the road?'
she enquired worriedly.

'I expect that I can manage to drive it through the gates without
scratching it too terribly.'  replied her son, jumping quickly into the
other side to forestall any further protestations.

As Mary Adamson usually shunned the use of seat belts, Toby was highly put
out when she started searching for the one attached to her seat.  Once she
had found both ends it was obvious that she had no idea how to link them up
and it was left to him to strap her in.

'Anyone would think that you had no confidence in me.' he sniffed.

'I haven't.' she replied flatly. 'None at all.'

Toby started the engine, revved up, depressed the clutch and selected first
gear.  Taking off the handbrake he released the clutch too quickly and the
car proceeded to the gate in a series of kangaroo hops.

'Oh my God.' whispered Mary faintly.

'Sorry about that.' apologised Toby. 'I was in too much of a hurry to be
off before you changed your mind.'

Revving up the engine again he let the car creep forward.

'Watch for passing traffic.  Look right!  Look left!  Look right!'
screamed Mary frantically.

Sighing deeply, Toby did as he was told and pulled slowly out into the lane
which was, as usual, quite deserted.  Getting through the gears was far
from a smooth operation but finally he found fourth and began to relax. Not
so his mother.

'You're going too fast.' she cried, clutching at the arm rest on the door.

'Rubbish, I'm only doing forty.' snorted Toby.

'Forty?"  she squeaked, her voice cracking with terror. 'You should only be
doing four. Stop and let me out.  I need to go home to have a good shake.'

Toby took his foot from the accelerator and allowed the car to coast,
getting used to the feeling of the steering.  They were approaching the
junction onto the main road and Mary was due for her next heart attack.

'Toby, you've got to stop at the junction.' she squawked. 'You do know how
to stop, don't you?'

'Hmm....' replied her offspring, 'Now I did read somewhere about the brake.
Is it one of those knobs on the dashboard?'

Mary let out a scream of horror and Toby, chuckling at his little joke,
changed smoothly down through the gears and brought the car to a halt at
the 'give way' sign.

'Oh you pig.' gasped his mother in relief. 'I thought you were serious."

Indicating that he intended to turn left, Toby looked round carefully and
seeing that all was clear he pulled off up the road.  Once again, changing
gear was not a comfortable procedure.

'Damn.' he muttered to himself. 'I must do better than that.'

Depressing the clutch and brake, he brought the car to a halt.

'Did you want me to take over now?' Mary asked hopefully. 'I'm sure you
must have had enough.'

'Not likely,' was the quick reply, 'I'm just going to see if I can make a
better job of changing gear.'

Once again Toby took off up the road, this time doing much better.

'Ah.' he said with evident satisfaction. 'I'm getting the hang of it I
reckon.'

'Very good.' applauded his mother. 'Now turn left at the next cross roads
and we'll go home.'

Sighing heavily Toby did as he was told and in no time at all they were
back in Doctor Green's Lane.  He drove carefully through the gateway and
parked in front of the house.

'How was that?' he asked.

'Very nice.' replied Mary, struggling to undo her seat belt. 'Now if you'll
excuse me, I'm going inside for a good stiff sherry.'

'But Mum,' protested Toby to her retreating form, 'You don't like sherry.'

'Today I need sherry.' her voice floated back to him.

That afternoon Mary refused pointâ€`blank to go out again, asking her
son if he really wanted to precipitate a nervous breakdown.

'Look,' she said in quavering tones, holding out a hand, 'I'm still shaking
from this morning.  You'll have to wait for your father.'

'Oh mother, you're such a rotten coward.'

Toby spent the afternoon sitting in the car reading the highway code.

That evening the family went out to the local Berni Inn to celebrate and
Toby was allowed to drive, this time coâ€`piloted by his father who
was made of sterner stuff.  Despite a rather nasty moment when, on turning
left, Toby forgot just which side of the road to drive on, the journey
there and back was smooth and uneventful.  Notwithstanding Charles'
confidence in his son's driving abilities, Mary refused to be subjected to
the strain of taking him out again.  For his birthday, at his own request,
he had been given a course of driving lessons at a local driving school and
he began them the very next day.  He took the entire thing extremely
seriously and was subsequently thrilled to bits when only a few weeks later
he passed his driving test on the first attempt.

His new found freedom had some benefits to his parents too.  On Saturday
mornings, when neither his father nor Steven Warner worked, he was allowed
to borrow his mother's car and drive himself and Matthew to and from the
College.

At the beginning of the new school year the previous September, Matthew had
befriended a newâ€`boy called Alan Monies. In the first place they
had become friends because Matthew well remembered his first term at the
school and was determined to help Alan through his as painlessly as
possibly.  As time went on their friendship endured and Yvonne and Steven
Warner heard ever increasing mention of Alan's name.  They were not
surprised, early in the new summer term, when Matthew asked if he might
come over to stay one weekâ€`end.  As they were always keen to foster
friendships for their only son, who they always felt spent too much time in
the company of adults only, the invitation was duly issued and Alan
accepted with pleasure.

One Saturday morning in early May, Alan went to school bearing an overnight
case and accompanied Matthew and Toby, in Toby's car, to Doctor Green's
Lane when lessons finished at lunchtime. Alan was reluctantly allowed by
Matthew to sit in the front passenger seat and he and Toby talked cars all
the way.  Since the acquisition of his driving licence Toby had acquired a
new found interest in motor vehicles and was keen to talk about them to
anyone who was prepared to listen.  Much to his delight he learned that
Alan's father was a Jaguar dealer and his son had virtually been born with
a spanner in his hand.  Indeed, father and son were in the process of
painstakingly restoring a classic Jaguar in their spare moments.  Toby and
young `Mo' as he seemed to be universally known, chattered away nineteen to
the dozen and poor Matthew hardly got a look in edgeways until they arrived
at Doctor Green's Lane. Matthew literally had to drag them apart and was
quite relieved when Toby said that he had been given a lot of homework for
the weekâ€`end and probably wouldn't see too much of them.

In fact Toby was working in his room when the two youngsters turned up in
the late afternoon for Alan to inspect his tape recorder.  He was more than
pleased to take a break and was most gratified when his pride-and-joy met
with unequivocal approval.  It turned out that Alan was about as
knowledgeable when it came to tape recorders as he was about cars and Toby
was quite sorry that he had not made the fourteen year old boy's
acquaintance before.

Alan seemed to enjoy the rest of his day with the Warners very much and in
common with everybody who ate at Yvonne's table was extremely impressed by
the deliciousness of the food.

The pair eventually retired to Matthew's room once they had been through
the bathroom and were ready for bed. Alan, six months the older of the two,
was both taller and broader than his friend. He was a very
goodâ€`looking boy, whose darkâ€`brown hair was cut in a
careful fringe which framed his face. The most striking of his otherwise
regular features were his eyes which gave away his ancestry
immediately. His mother was of Thai blood and as a result, slightly
slanted, his eyes were of a most unusual almost translucent yellow colour.

'Mo,' said Matthew suddenly, 'Do you still fancy that wank we said we'd
have together?'

'Oh, I'd forgotten all about that.' replied Alan a little uncertainly.

'You don't have to if you don't want to.' returned Matthew easily. 'We
didn't say we definitely would.'

'Well, I quite fancy it .... it's just that I've never done it with anyone
before.'

'If you like you can think about it a bit more and perhaps we might do it
some time tomorrow.'  suggested Matthew. 'If you still want to, that is.'

'I feel rather guilty now.  After all it was my idea.'

'That's all right, I'm going to have one after you go to bed anyway so it
won't really make any difference to me.'

'You're much more matterâ€`ofâ€`fact about it than I am.'
laughed Alan.

'Probably because I think about it and do it more than you do.' grinned
Matthew.

'I've been doing it more since we started talking about it together.'
confided Alan. 'It was every night last week. Oh and twice on Sunday.'

Matthew chuckled.

'You're getting as bad as I am.' he agreed.

'How many times was it for you then?'

'Umm....every night and three times on Sunday!'

'Oh well,' laughed Alan, 'You only beat me by one then.'

There was a pause.

'I say,' said Alan, 'Does Adamson wank, do you know?'

'I might do.' replied Matthew guardedly.  "You'd have to promise that you
wouldn't blab it about if I told you though.'

'Yes, of course.' agreed Alan at once.

'He does it about as much as we do.' giggled Matthew.

'Ooh, does he? Have you ever seen him do it?'

'Toby says that perhaps he's a bit old to do it with boys our age.' replied
Matthew evasively, tactfully refraining from telling Alan that he and Toby
were still masturbating companionably together quite regularly whenever the
chance presented itself.

'So what's it like being a roundhead?' asked Matthew suddenly having
observed Alan often in the showers after games and thus knowing that his
friend was circumcised.

What a silly question.' laughed Alan. 'I don't know, ordinary I
suppose. I've never been anything else. What's it like being a cavalier?'

'Same answer.' giggled Matthew. 'You're right, this is a stupid
conversation.'

'Do you think there's any advantage to being one or the other?' asked Alan.

'I've no idea.' replied Matthew. 'I'll ask Toby. He always seems to know
the answer to questions like that.'

'I wondered where you got all your information from. You've never said.'

'Well I'm not sure that Toby would be pleased if I went round advertising
it.'

'Oh, I see. You certainly know enough about it anyway. Cooper was saying
the other week that he learnt more from talking to you one break time than
he did by reading the section on sex in the College encyclopaedia twice.'

The obsession of every successive adolescent boy at the College with Volume
18 of the Encyclopaedia Britannica was the bane of the Librarian's life and
certain pages had actually become loose as a result of being thumbed
through so frequently.

Matthew laughed deprecatingly.

'That wouldn't be difficult.' he observed. 'I've read through that myself
and it isn't much cop.  He'd do better with the rude bits from 'Lady
Chatterley's Lover'.'

'I've heard of that.' mused Alan. 'It isn't in the library is it?'

'No, I don't think so.' chuckled Matthew. 'I read the copy that Toby
borrowed from Stevenson.'

'Is it any good?'

'Well .... I had to have a wank while I was reading it.' admitted Matthew.

'Cor!' breathed his friend.  'See if you can get hold of it for me sometime
will you?'

'Yes, all right.  I think it belongs to Stevenson's sister, so it shouldn't
be too difficult.'

'Stevenson's sister?'

'Yeah, Toby says she's as interested in sex as boys are.  Is your sister?'

'Amber?  Interested in sex?  I've no idea to be honest. I've a feeling she
can't be, because none of her boyfriends last very long.'

'Don't you ever talk to her about it?'

'Lord no. I wouldn't dare. She'd tell me to get lost straight away.'

'You wouldn't even know if she wanks then.' observed Matthew.

'What on earth are you talking about?  Boys wank, not girls!'

'Ah, that's where you're wrong.' replied Matthew triumphantly. 'Girls can
do it too.'

As Alan sat spellâ€`bound, he explained.

'Good Lord!' exclaimed the yellowâ€`eyed boy. 'Now you've really
taught me something.'

'Toby says that he doesn't think a lot of boys know that girls can come.'
said Matthew.  'In fact he reckons that not a lot of girls know that they
can either!'

'Don't they? Why not?'

'It's got something to do with the difference between what boys and girls
have between their legs.' laughed Matthew. 'Tell me, when you feel sexy
what happens to you?'

'I go on the horn.'

'Right. And what happens when you go on the horn?'

'Well, I notice it straight away of course and usually I want to touch it.'

'And when you touch it ....?'

'If I'm alone, or if I can go somewhere to be alone, then I have a wank.'

'Exactly.  Toby says that with girls it's a bit different. When they get
sexy they haven't got that obvious reaction. So while a girl might feel
just as sexy as a boy, she doesn't find that her hand is automatically
drawn between her legs like a boy does and usually she'll just forget about
it after a while.'

'You really are a sexâ€`expert.' laughed Alan in admiration.

'It's one of my favourite subjects.' admitted Matthew with a grin. 'I often
wish they had it on the timeâ€`table at school.'

'The only trouble would be that you'd spend a whole lesson on the horn like
you are at the moment.' chuckled Alan, pointing at the bulge beneath
Matthew's pyjama bottoms.

That's true,' agreed the brownâ€`eyed boy, looking down without any
embarrassment, 'But I don't mind being on the horn for a nice long time. I
usually find that I have a nicer wank afterwards if I have been.'

'Do you? So do I as a matter of fact.'

'Are you on the horn as well?' enquired Matthew, who could not tell because
Alan's pyjama top was not tucked in.

'Er .... yes, I am as a matter of fact.' answered Alan, blushing slightly.

'Let's see your bulge too then.' encouraged his friend.  Slowly Alan pulled
up his pyjama top and sure enough Matthew could see a tentâ€`pole
effect beneath his bottoms caused by a rigid erection.

'Got the nerve to let it out into the open?' dared Matthew.

'Have you?' challenged Alan.

In answer, Matthew pulled on either side of his pyjama bottoms and gave a
little wriggle. His fly opened and about half of his erection appeared
through it.

'Oh,' said Alan in surprise, 'The skin stays over the end even when you're
on the horn. I didn't realise that.'

'It doesn't have to.' responded Matthew and reaching down he drew it back
slowly, uncovering the primroseâ€`pink glans.

Ooh Matty.' murmured Alan. 'That's rude!'

'OK, your turn now.' prompted his friend.

A little reluctantly Alan parted his fly, to reveal his penis to Matthew's
gaze.

'I feel really strange doing this.' he muttered.

'I think it's rather fun actually.' chuckled Matthew.  He leaned over and
inspected what he could see of Mo's organ.  The dark red tip was glistening
with liquid.

'Hey, the head's all wet.  You're already making pre-cum.' he
exclaimed. 'Amazing.'

'As soon as I touch it loads more will come out.' said Alan somewhat
proudly.

'Coo, how amazing!  Go on, show me.'

Obediently the older boy ran his forefinger back and forth over the tip of
his glans and immediately a fresh bead of clear colourless liquid formed at
the opening.  He spread that over his frenum and another took its
place. Matthew was highly intrigued.

'How long will it keep doing that?' he asked.

'Until the sperm comes.' replied Alan.

'I use baby oil because that feels nice and slippery.' confided Matthew. 'I
wonder if your sticky stuff is as good.'

He reached out to touch Alan's penis and the older boy froze.  A look
passed between them and hearing no protest, Matthew allowed his hand to
complete its journey.

'Oh yes,' he said conversationally as he began to caress Alan's glans
gently, 'It's very slippery isn't it?'

Alan nodded, but seemed struck dumb.

'Tell me,' continued Matthew calmly, almost it seemed with indifference,
'If I go on doing this for long enough will you come?'

Alan nodded mutely, still apparently unable to speak.

'Oh that's nice.' said Matthew and continued to rub his thumb and
forefinger back and forth regularly over the tip of Alan's throbbing organ.

Matthew kept on going, manipulating Alan's glans rhythmically. He kept
expecting some reaction from his victim but still nothing happened.  Alan
was sitting on the edge of the bed, completely immobile. He was gazing
intently downwards at Matthew's hand on his penis, apparently transfixed.
His breathing was perfectly regular and he was showing no signs of
excitement whatsoever.

Then, quite without warning, Alan's penis erupted and a stream of white
fluid shot high into the air before descending in little droplets,
scattering all over the front of his pyjamas. Matthew could feel the penis
between his fingers pulsing furiously so obviously the orgasm was intense.
Still there was no outward reaction from Alan.

'Was that all right?' asked Matthew in a small voice as his friend's
ejaculation ceased as abruptly as it had begun.

Alan let out a long shuddering sigh.

'Was it?' asked Matthew again, feeling both anxious and a little perplexed.

'Oh Matty!' exclaimed Alan, a sudden smile spreading across his face. 'I've
never enjoyed anything so much in my life.'

'Really?'

'It was gorgeous.  I thought I might pass out, my heart was beating so
hard.'

'You never said anything.' complained his friend. 'Not a word. Not a sound
either.'

'I'm always like that when I wank.' replied Alan. 'It's all going on inside
me though.'

'How interesting.  I always make quite a fuss while I'm doing it.' confided
Matthew.  'Specially when I come.'

'Isn't that strange.' said Alan. 'We're quite different then, aren't we?'

'We certainly are.'

'That was really naughty of you to do it.' said Alan.

'I know.  Fun though, right'

'Yeah,' breathed Alan, 'But how did you know that that was exactly how I
like it?'

'I didn't.  It was pure luck.  Toby once told me that most roundheads use a
fist as a matter of fact.'

'How do you do it?' asked Alan.

'Oh it varies. Sometimes I use oil and then I'll either use a fist or just
my finger and thumb in a circle like this.'  Matthew held up his hand in
explanation. 'Otherwise I hold it between my thumb and two fingers and
slide the skin back and forth like this.'

Taking hold of his erection Matthew began to masturbate sensuously.

'That's very different.' said Alan. 'I couldn't do that.  My skin doesn't
come over the tip at all when I'm on the horn.'

'I noticed that. It's quite tightly held back, isn't it?'

'Have you ever tried sucking yours?' asked Alan suddenly.

'Sucking it?' repeated Matthew in astonishment. 'How in the world could I
do that?'

'It's easy,' replied Alan with a laugh. 'I'll show you how shall I?'
Shrugging off his pyjamas he revealed that he still had quite a firm
erection.  Lying out on the floor, he kicked up into a shoulder stand and
then slowly lowered his legs until his toes were touching the carpet behind
his head, taking up a yoga position commonly known as 'the plough'.  With
his elbows still resting on the floor on either side of him he caught hold
of his buttocks with his hands and lowered his knees so that they were
resting on either side of his head.  He was almost curled up into a ball.
To Matthew's complete amazement he saw the tip of Alan's penis touch his
lips and the glans disappeared into his mouth.

'How incredible.' muttered Matthew and ripping off his nightclothes he
attempted to take up the same position.

Alan watched out of the corner of his eye and began to laugh as his
muscleâ€`bound friend grunted and groaned, but failed to make the
vital contact with his weapon by several inches.

'You'll have to work harder during gym lessons.' he said, taking his own
member from his mouth and gracefully unfolding himself.

'Blimey, I'll say.' panted Matthew, collapsing into a heap. 'I knew you
were good at gym yourself, but I never realised that you were that good.'

'I always won all the competitions at my last school. They tell me I'm very
supple.'

'You must be.' laughed Matthew. 'Can you stay in that position for long?'

'As long as I need to. I usually come pretty quickly from sucking it.'

'Do you do it that way very often?'

'I try to do it at least once a week to keep in practice. Sometimes I'll
really fancy it that way for a while and I won't do it any other way. Then
at other times I only do it to make sure that I still can.'

'Have you been doing it much just recently?'

'Every night this last week.' admitted Alan with a grin.

'What does it feel like?' asked Matthew, highly intrigued.

'Gorgeous.' replied Alan. 'Kind of a warm soft sensation. It's sort of
comforting as a matter of fact.  It reminds me of when I used to suck my
thumb, but of course it's even better.'

'Gosh!' exclaimed Matthew enviously. 'You lucky thing.'

'Would you like me to do it for you, seeing as how you can't reach your
own?' asked Alan generously.

'Ooh would you really?' Matthew found the prospect highly exciting.

'Yes, if you like. I won't be thrilled if you ever tell anybody that I did
though.'

'Girl Guides honour.' said Matthew. 'I can't say 'Scouts honour' coz I'm
not a Scout.'

'Oh you are a clot!' laughed Alan.

'Shall I go and have another wash first?' asked Matthew, looking anxiously
down at himself.

'But you just had a bath.' Alan pointed out.

'Yes I know.  Cavaliers are a bit smellier than Roundheads though, it's the
extra fold of skin. Ever since Toby said that I've been pulling mine back
and washing underneath it twice a day.'

Alan laughed.

'You are funny.  I tell you what then.  I'll have a little sniff at it
first and if I don't like it you can go and have a wash.'

Much to Matthew's intense embarrassment Alan did just that.

'Is it all right?' he asked, blushing deeply.

'Yes of course it is.' Alan looked up at him and grinned
reassuringly. 'Now, do you want to lie down, stand up, or sit on the edge
of the bed while I do it?' he asked.

'I think I'll sit on the edge of the bed.' elected Matthew. 'Lately I've
found that sometimes I go so weak at the knees when I come standing up that
I almost fall over.'

'OK then, make yourself comfortable.'

Matthew did as he was told and kneeling on the floor in front of him, Alan
slowly lowered his head and took the rigid phallus into his mouth.

'Oh my God,' whispered Matthew as he felt the warmth, then 'Oh my God!' he
exclaimed as Alan began to run his tongue rapidly back and forth over
Matthew's frenum.

It didn't take long before the blackâ€`haired boy squealed joyfully
as, clutching at the dark head in his lap, he spurted forth strongly.
Collapsing back onto the bed he reached under his pillow for a tissue.

'Here,' he said, offering it to his friend, 'Spit it out into this.'

'That's all right.' laughed Alan. 'I swallowed it as a matter of fact.'

'You haven't!' Matthew was somewhat horrified.

'It took up a lot of nerve to swallow my own the first time.' admitted
Alan.  'But once you've sussed out that it won't kill you it's fine.'

'Oh I know it's not poisonous.' laughed Matthew. 'Actually I don't know if
I should tell you this ....'

He went on to tell Alan that Katy had recently been telling him that her
best friend's older sister had just started sucking her boyfriend's prick.'

'Wow!' Alan was more than impressed. 'I think I'd like to meet Katy.'

'I'm sure you would.' chuckled Matthew. 'Perhaps I'd better make sure that
you don't.'

'Is she your girlfriend then?' asked Alan, assuming Matthew's comment had
been made out of jealousy.

'No, not really.  I'm sort of ..... sort of .... her protector.  Toby has
said that I'm not to get her into trouble and make sure that nobody else
does either, if you see what I mean.'

Wow! From what you've told me, I can see exactly what you mean!'

'I suppose we'd better go to bed.' said Matthew, yawning and picking up his
pyjamas.

'Yes, I guess so.' agreed Alan, inspecting his own.

'They're a bit of a mess aren't they?' observed Matthew. 'I'm sorry about
that.'

'It wasn't really your fault.' laughed Alan. 'They'll dry OK. Well,
goodnight Matty, I'll see you in the morning.'

'Right-o.  Hey, that was a lot of fun, wasn't it?  Shall we do something
like it tomorrow night too?'

'Yeah, I'll say. See you in the morning.'


Early on Sunday morning Toby received a telephone call from Andrew,
inviting him to Northholt for the afternoon and evening. As he had not seen
the rest of the Stevensons, nor Emma, for several weeks, Toby jumped at the
chance.  For the remainder of the morning he worked solidly on an essay
that he had to finish and shortly after lunch, as the weather was foul, he
borrowed his mother's car to make the journey.

At a loose end Matthew and Alan decided to pay a visit on their older
friend during the course of the afternoon. They found that Toby wasn't
about and as Charles and Mary had retired for a snooze the place was
deserted except for Katy who was sitting in the lounge watching television.

'This is Mo.' said Matthew, jerking his thumb in the direction of his
friend, by way of introduction.

'Hello Mo.' smiled Katy, looking at the boy with interest.

'That's Katy.' said Matthew to his classâ€`mate. 'She's my special
friend.'

'Pleased to meet you.' Alan bowed slightly from the waist and Katy was
enchanted by his good manners.

'I expect that Toby will be sorry he missed you, but he doesn't seem to go
over to Northolt much these days.' said Katy.

'Well, as he's not here I suppose we'd better be going.' decided Matthew,
making towards the door.

'Do you have to?' asked Katy. 'It's quite nice to have some company. Mummy
and Daddy have only just gone up so I shan't see them 'til about tea time.'

'We could stay for a bit, couldn't we Matty?' murmured Alan, nodding
significantly in Katy's direction.

He went and sat down on the couch beside the girl and Matthew shot him a
warning glance which he ignored.  Raising his eyes heavenwards Matthew
moved over and sat on the other side of Katy.

'Do you think that your brother ever did youâ€`knowâ€`what with
Natasha?' asked Alan casually.

'Gollee!' exclaimed Katy, looking at him in surprise. 'Fancy asking that.'

'Do you think he might have done?' enquired Matthew. 'I've often wondered.'

Katy giggled.

'I asked him and he told me to mind my own business.' she admitted.

'I wonder what it's like to do it.' mused Alan.

'Smashing I should think.' was Matthew's opinion.

'Toby told me that Andrew says it's wonderful with the right person, said
Katy,

'But he also said that if you didn't really care for the person you were
going to do it with then you might as well give yourself a climax, because
that feels just as good and nobody gets hurt or upset.'

'Do you know about giving yourself a climax then Katy?' responded Alan
craftily.

'Oh yes.' replied the girl enthusiastically. 'I'm surprised that Matty
didn't already tell you. I do it to myself all the time. Don't you?'

Alan was impressed by her complete candour and nodded his head in reply to
her question.

'Mo is amazing,' said Matthew, determined to cause his friend embarrassment
for immediately bringing the conversation round to sex, 'He can give
himself a climax by sucking his own peen.'

Katy's eyebrows disappeared beneath her fringe of fair hair.

'What?' she squeaked.

'He's very good at gym.' explained Matthew. 'He can roll himself up into a
ball and put the end of his peen into his mouth. I watched him do it last
night.'

Katy looked at the fourteen year old boy speculatively and he blushed,
wishing that he had not started the conversation after all.

'How absolutely amazing.' breathed the girl. 'Does it feel nice when you do
it Mo?'

Alan continued to blush and nodded his head again.

'Have you ever swallowed your spunk as well?' asked Katy.

'Oh yes, I always swallow it.'

'What does it taste like?' asked Katy. 'I've always wondered.'

She gazed at Alan with wide innocent eyes and it was all that he could do
to keep a straight face.  Matthew held his nose and put his hand over his
mouth to smother a giggle.

'Not bad.' replied Alan. 'It hasn't got very much taste actually. A bit
salty I suppose, but it's sweet as well.' he decided to get his own back on
Matthew. 'I think that Matty's is sweeter than mine as a matter of fact.'

'Oooh!' exclaimed Katy, the significance of the remark not escaping her for
one moment. She dug Matthew in the ribs with her elbow. 'What have you two
been doing?' she wanted to know.

'Well,' replied Matthew defensively, 'It was Mo's idea. I can't roll myself
up into a ball like he can you see.'

'He's going to try harder in gym classes from next week.' laughed Alan.

Katy looked from one to the other of them.

'Boys ....,' she said, 'Seeing as how you both like having your peens
sucked, you wouldn't mind if I did them for you would you?'

'Oh Katy!'' exclaimed Matthew. 'You bad girl. If Toby ever found out he'd
say I led you into trouble.'

'Nonsense.' responded the girl firmly. 'It was my idea.  Anyway he won't
find out because we won't tell him. Will we?'

Alan was looking at Katy openâ€`mouthed, for he had initially taken
what Matthew had told him about her with a pinch of salt.  Although he had
deliberately brought the subject round to sex, her reaction quite took him
aback.

'Who's going to let me do it first then?' asked Katy challengingly.

'She's serious, isn't she?' said Alan to his school friend. Matthew nodded.

'Oh yes, she's serious all right.  Go on then Mo, you started all this.  I
think you should go first.'

'You mean you're going to do it here? Right now?' questioned Alan, looking
at Katy admiringly.

'Oh yes,' she replied calmly, 'It'll be much safer than going upstairs.
Mummy and Daddy shouldn't be up for a while yet.  Will you let me do you
first then?'

Alan glanced appealingly at Matthew and receiving only a grin he rose
uncertainly to his feet.  Katy sat up on the edge of the couch and looked
expectantly at the front of his jeans.  Reluctantly he pulled down the
zipper and fumbled nervously inside.  Although his heart was thumping
furiously and he had a curious tight feeling across his chest, his nerves
had got the better of his excitement and his penis was not erect when he
allowed it out into the open air.

'Ooh, it's a circumcised one.' breathed Katy. 'I love circumcised ones. I
don't see many.'

She reached out and stroked the tip of Alan's member and it immediately
began to stiffen.  As it reached a full erection a bead of colourless
liquid formed at the opening.  Katy touched it experimentally.

'It's sticky already.' she observed.

'Alan gets very sticky just like Toby does.' said Matthew helpfully. 'It's
amazing!'

'Now then,' began Katy in a businessâ€`like fashion, 'I've never done
this before so you'd better tell me what feels best.  Do I just suck it?'

Alan cleared his throat.

'A mixture of sucking and licking is nicest.' he replied nervously.

'OK then,' said Katy, 'I'll try to do my best and if you want me to do
something different you'll have to tell me.'

Reaching out for Mo's legs she pulled him towards her and then taking his
penis very gently between her hands she guided it to her mouth and slipped
the head between her lips. He shuddered slightly and closed his eyes.

'Mo's quite different from me.' Matthew told Katy, while he watched the
operation with extreme interest. 'All his excitement's inside. You won't
know a thing 'til he starts to spunk.'

Katy made a slight hmming noise of acknowledgement and continued her
task. Matthew found the sight so erotic that he couldn't resist the urge to
slip his hand down the front of his jeans and fondle his own rampant
weapon.  Suddenly he had a wicked thought and withdrawing his hand he
daringly placed it on Katy's right knee.  Far from shaking it off the girl
immediately parted her legs wide and the invitation was obvious.  Matthew
ran his hand slowly up the inside of her thigh until he reached the
material of her panties. Without pausing in her ministrations to Alan, Katy
leaned forwards slightly which caused Alan to open his eyes.  He could
immediately see what his friend was up to and grinned hugely. Katy
continued to push him gently and he took a small step backwards, enabling
her to slip from the couch onto her knees in front of him, She gave a
little twitch of her bottom and Matthew realised that she was signalling to
him to take down her knickers.  His heart beating wildly, he managed to do
so and then he reached up under her skirt and placed his hand on her sex.

Katy growled deep in her throat and Matthew began to move his fingers
against the girl's willing vulva as he had done so many times over the
previous two years. He found that Katy was already lubricating copiously
and he spread the slippery liquid over her sexâ€`lips. She gave a
little groan of pleasure.  It was enough for Alan and his orgasm began, his
jism spurting forth into Katy's waiting mouth.  She licked and sucked for
all she was worth, swallowing the precious fluid greedily.  All too soon it
was over and reluctantly she took the softening member from her lips.

'Gollee!' she sighed. 'That was heavenly. Oh Matty, I so love the way
you're touching me. Please don't stop.'

'Will I make you climax in this position Katy?' he asked hopefully,
continuing his action between her thighs with the greatest of pleasure.

'I don't know,' she replied, 'I've never tried having a climax in this
position before but you might.'

In the event Matthew brought her off easily and she fell, swooning, against
Alan's thighs, clutching at them for support.

'What a groove!' he breathed, highly delighted by the entire thing.

'Goodness me that was lovely.' sighed Katy. 'It was even nicer than when I
lie on my back. I think I'll try it myself that way.'

'You feel gorgeous down there Katy.' said Matthew reverently. 'I can never
get over how lovely it is.'

'How sweet you are Matty.' responded the girl with a warm smile, causing
the black haired boy to blush deeply.

'You suck beautifully Katy.' contributed Alan, not wishing to allow Matthew
to make all the running, for he was himself extremely taken by the pretty
young fair haired girl still kneeling at his feet.

'Do I Mo?' she asked, looking up at him with delight. 'Toby says I'm
sexâ€`mad and if that's right then I'd like to be able to do that
sort of thing properly.'

Alan tucked himself away and zipped up his jeans before sitting back down
on the couch.

'I definitely think you do it properly.' he chuckled.

'Well I'd better keep practising.' giggled the girl. 'Come on Matty, it's
your turn now.'

'Ooh smashing!' exclaimed the boy enthusiastically. 'Would it be all right
if I sat down though?  I think that if I come standing up I might fall
over.'

'Whatever you like.' responded Katy happily and Matthew made himself
comfortable on the couch.

Reaching over, Katy casually pulled down the zipper of his fly and his
erection popped out through the opening.

'Matty,' she giggled, 'Your peen's stiff, I wonder why?'

'I've no idea.' he laughed.

Pulling her panties back up, Katy sat down between the two boys and leaning
over onto Matthew's lap she took his waiting organ into her mouth.  He
uttered a small moan and Alan gave him the 'thumbs up' sign. All was going
smoothly. Matthew was in seventh heaven, Katy was enjoying herself
enormously and Alan was caressing his own erection which quickly
reâ€`formed inside his jeans. Then, quite without warning, the lounge
door opened and Mary Adamson said:

'Katy .... oh I didn't know you had company.'

As the couch faced the fireplace and the door was behind it, Mary could
only see Matthew and Alan's heads. As cool as a cucumber Katy sat up slowly
and Matthew clapped his hands over his penis and the open fly of his jeans.

'Matty was sitting on my handkerchief.' she said casually, producing it
from the couch beside her and proceeding to blow her nose
noisily. 'Actually they came over to see Toby,' she continued, wiping it
daintily, 'But as he wasn't here they said that they'd stay and keep me
company seeing as how I was all alone.'

Katy dug each of the boys in the ribs and they found it extremely difficult
not to burst out laughing.

'That was very nice of them.' responded Mary. 'Would you all like a cup of
tea? I'm just about to make one.'

'Oh yes please Mummy.' replied Katy and the boys nodded politely. The door
closed and Mary Adamson went off to the kitchen to brew up.

'Bloody hell you're a cool one Katy.' hissed Matthew.

'I liked the bit about the handkerchief.' snorted Alan.

Katy leant over Matthew's lap again.

'Get your hands out of the way.' she said. 'I haven't got very long.'

'Oh Katy, you can't!' protested the boy.

"Of course I can.' she retorted. 'Oh dear, your peen's gone little.'

'I was scared to death.'

'Never mind, I'll soon fix it.' She did.

Matthew was in the middle of his orgasm when the door opened again and Mary
Adamson put her head round it.

'Would anybody like a piece of chocolate cake?' she enquired.

'Ooh, chocolate cake, that would be lovely.' responded Alan
hastily. 'Chocolate cake is my absolute favourite. I'm sure Matty would
like a piece too, wouldn't you Matty?'

'Aah, yes .... thanks Mrs. A.' Matthew gasped, just about managing to
control his voice.

'I'll have a piece too please Mummy.' piped Katy, sliding quickly onto the
floor and leaning back against the front edge of the couch. She sat up and
regarded her mother solemnly. 'I even have to sit on the floor because
these two take up so much room.'  she explained.

Mary laughed at the expression on her daughter's face and returned to the
kitchen.

'Jesus Christ' whispered Matthew. 'I thought I was going to have a bloody
heart attack.'

'It was rather bad timing.' complained Katy, wrinkling her nose. 'If I'd
have taken my mouth away your cream would have spurted everywhere.'

'Katy Adamson, you're a marvel.' said Alan admiringly.

'Am I?  Oh that's nice.  Nobody's ever called me a marvel before.'

******

I hope that you enjoyed that one.  Back to the youngsters for a change.
Please do let me know if you liked it. - racoole@proton.me will find me.

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already been in touch.  Because there is no view counter on Nifty, the only
way that we know if people have read our stories is if they take the
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Now this was the penultimate chapter of The Sixties Sexplorers that I am
posting here.  The final chapter will be up in a day or two.

I have, however, continued to write about the main characters of the story
- Toby, Andrew, Natasha and Emma, and I am now publishing the rest of their
story, which follows them through from Toby's eighteenth birthday, their
last year at school and then through to University, in some cases, or the
work-place in others.  If you would like to e-mail me for information about
how to find it then I would be delighted to hear from you.


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