Date: Sun, 12 Feb 2023 22:04:16 +0000
From: RA Coole <racoole@proton.me>
Subject: the-sixties-sexplorers-4

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 generally 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 some of
what they read and that the younger readers amongst you will enjoy it too
despite perhaps 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 - racoole@proton.me  It's the only way that an
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The Sixties Sexplorers
Chapter Four

Realising that he had lost track of when his best friend Andrew and the
rest of the Stevenson family would be returning from their holiday, Toby
went upstairs to his bedroom and consulted his sheet of paper. Hour after
hour, day after day, was crossed carefully off the list with meticulous
care and suddenly Toby realised, to his surprise and delight, that his
friends were due to arrive home that very afternoon. In a high state of
excitement he rushed downstairs to tell his mother this important piece of
news.

When lunchtime came around he could barely manage to bolt down his meal
before rushing off to the Stevensons house to see if they were back. Sure
enough, the red estate car, looking distinctly dusty and travel worn, was
parked in the driveway. Dashing round the side of the house and in through
the kitchen door, Toby found Natasha and her mother.

'Hi there!' he cried enthusiastically. 'I've missed you all terribly. Did
you have a nice time?'

'Yes, lovely thank you Toby.' replied Natasha. 'Don't you think I'm nice
and brown?' she twirled round and he inspected her.

'Gosh, yes so you are.'

Despite their almost Scandinavian looks, Jackie Stevenson and both her
children had skin which tanned easily and Natasha had turned a most
beautiful golden colour which complimented her hair and eyes, making her
look even more attractive than ever.

'Look at my bottom.' she commanded, pulling up her skirt and hauling down
her panties for Toby to see the difference in colour, which was quite
striking.

'It's as white as anything.' commented Toby, thinking to himself that it
was also rather beautiful.

'You must have had super weather.'

'Yes, it was excellent.' said Jackie. 'We were very lucky this year. We
spent most of the time on the beach, didn't we Natasha?'

The girl nodded in confirmation.

'And in the water too.' she added.

'Where's Andrew?' asked Toby, looking round the kitchen.'

'I'm not quite sure.' Jackie looked questioningly at her daughter.

'I think he might have gone to the bathroom.' she said.

'Actually he's got a surprise for you.' said Jackie mysteriously and
Natasha giggled.

'What sort of surprise?' enquired Toby curiously.

'You'll see.' answered Natasha and giggled again.

'Why don't you go up and see if you can find him?' suggested Jackie.

Toby made his way upstairs and as he reached the landing he caught sight of
Andrew, backing out of the bathroom door.

'Hello!' he cried. 'Your Mum says that you've got a surprise for me.'

'Some surprise.' grunted Andrew and as he turned around, Toby realised that
his right arm was encased in plaster and was supported by a sling tied
around his neck.

'Oh my goodness!' he exclaimed in dismay. 'What on earth have you done to
yourself?'

Andrew grimaced expressively.

'I was climbing over some rocks and I lost my balance and fell.' He raised
his arm slightly. 'It's broken at the elbow.'

'When did it happen?' asked Toby, most concerned at his friend's sorry
state.

'We weren't even a week into the holiday.' replied Andrew. 'I can't say
that I enjoyed the second half of it very much.'

'Oh, that's awful.' Toby's voice was full of sympathy. 'Does it hurt much?'

'Well it's not too bad now. Mostly it's just an ruddy nuisance. I find that
I can't do anything!'  he gestured down at his trousers. 'I went to the
bathroom and now I can't do up the buttons again.  It's that sort of stupid
thing that you don't normally give a second thought.'

Toby laughed.

'Want a hand?' he offered.

'Yes please.'

Keeling down, Toby fastened up his friend's trousers for him.

'Your Mum said that you had nice weather.'

'It was tremendous. I got quite brown. Want a look?' Andrew pulled up his
tee shirt to let Toby see his tan.

'Oh, this is silly.' he then complained as he tried to tuck it back into
his waistband. 'I can't even do a simple thing like that properly.'

Toby chuckled and pushed in the back of his shirt for him.

'You know I spent the whole of the last week sitting on the beach watching
everybody else having fun in the sea.' sighed Andrew. 'It was boring. I
felt left out of pretty much everything.'

'I don't suppose that you could even build a sandcastle.'

'What? With one hand? Silly clot!'

The boys went downstairs to the kitchen to see if there was anything
interesting on offer to eat.  The best that Jackie could offer was a can of
beans. Then Natasha remembered that they had brought back some sticks of
rock and the three of them sat round the kitchen table, sucking at one
apiece and talking about the holiday.

'Golly that's made me thirsty.' said Natasha after she had crunched her way
through her last mouthful.

'Hey 'Armless', is there any Tizer left in that bottle that you were
guzzling in the car?'

'I thought I told you not to call me that.' growled her brother.

'I think it's a good name,' giggled Natasha, 'Don't you Toby?'

'Very appropriate.' he laughed.

'Huh!' grunted Andrew and getting up from the table he stamped angrily out
of the room.

'He's been terribly grumpy these last few days.' observed Natasha.

'Perhaps it's because of his arm.' suggested Toby.

'I don't know what it is.' mused his mother. 'His arm seems to be getting
better all right, but he gets more irritable every day.'

Andrew stormed back into the kitchen and slammed a half empty bottle of
Tizer down on the table in front of Natasha.

'There you are, rat bag.' he snarled.

'Andrew!' admonished his mother.

'Oh, I'm sorry Mummy.' he said, looking chastened. 'I don't know what's got
into me.'

'So I should think! Now apologise to Natasha.'

'Sorry Natty.' he mumbled.

'That's all right,' responded his sister graciously. 'I expect your arm
must be getting you down a bit.'

'Definitely.' Andrew nodded.

Jackie got some glasses from the cupboard and the three youngsters shared
out the remainder of the drink.  Natasha took a great gulp.

'That's much better,' she said, 'I was absolutely parched.'

Toby left the Stevensons late in the afternoon and as he walked home he
heard the first rumbles of a storm far in the distance.

'Hello Mum,' he shouted as he hurried into the house, I think it's going to
rain, don't you?'

'The sky certainly looks rather forbidding, doesn't it.' she agreed,
looking out of the kitchen window.

'Perhaps there'll be lightning.' said Toby hopefully, for he always found a
thunderstorm most exciting.

In the event his optimism was rewarded by a thunderstorm of spectacular
proportions which went on long into the night. Propped up in bed with his
curtains drawn back, Toby watched the lightning fork down to earth and
listened to the thunder crashing and rumbling overhead whilst his little
sister Katy climbed into bed beside her mother whimpering with fright.

The following morning dawned grey and miserable, the incessant rain beating
mercilessly against the windowpanes whilst the wind howled eerily through
the trees. Unwilling to put so much as a foot out of doors, Toby spent the
day tinkering with his electric train set. He had been given several sets
of electrically driven points for his birthday and one set in particular
had been giving trouble ever since they were installed in the
circuit. Regardless of what he seemed to do to them, they invariably caused
the rolling stock to derail when it passed over them in an anti clockwise
direction. By altering the greater part of the layout and putting the
offending mechanism in the middle of a straight section of track, rather
than right on a curve, Toby was able to eliminate the problem completely
which gave him great satisfaction. After he had finished, both trains ran
smoothly for the first time in a while.

The miserable spell of weather seemed to have set in for the duration, for
the next day saw no improvement.  For Toby matters were made worse by the
fact that his mother decided that the time had come to clean out his
bedroom cupboards. He therefore had a tedious time, doing his level best to
dissuade her from throwing out what he deemed to be most useful objects,
like an old radio set and various pieces of metal left over from the
Meccano set that he no longer used. He was quite convinced that in time all
these valuable items could be put to good use.

In the meantime, though his arm continued to mend slowly, Andrew's temper
did not and he and Natasha continued to spar which was something previously
unknown. His mother was quite baffled by his unusual behaviour and it was
not until the second night after their return from Cornwall that she
finally discovered the reason for it.

As the weather had been quite unsuitable for catching up with the laundry,
Jackie Stevenson had been postponing the unpacking, leaving the suitcases
spread out on the floor in the spare room. Whenever she found an odd
moment, she slowly began to put all their belongings back in their rightful
places and during a visit to the spare room on such an errand, she found
several items belonging to her son. Amongst them was his new bottle of baby
oil. Taking the various things through to his bedroom she found him,
freshly bathed by Natasha, sitting up in bed reading a book.

'I've found some more of your bits and pieces darling.' she said, opening
drawers and putting things away.  'Here's your new bottle of baby oil.' She
set it down on his bedside table.

'Thanks.' he sniffed, looking up. 'A fat lot of use that is at the moment
though.'

'What's that darling?' she asked absently.

'The baby oil. I can't use it just now.'

His mother focussed her attention upon what he was saying.

'Why not darling?' she asked.

'It's my blasted arm,' he explained, 'You know how I masturbate using two
hands, like you taught me, I've tried to do it just with my left hand but
it's simply hopeless.'

'Oh, you poor sweetheart!' she exclaimed.

'It's a real drag.' he sighed.

His mother looked at him thoughtfully. 'When did you last make yourself
come?' she asked gently.

'The night before I broke my arm.' he replied sadly.

'Oh well, for heaven's sake, so that's what it's all about.' she said,
light suddenly dawning.

'What all what's about?' asked Andrew, frowning in puzzlement.

'Have you wanted to come since you broke your arm?'

'Well not at first, but I've been feeling awfully sexy every now and again
just recently.' he admitted.

'Since before we came home?'

'Yes, a couple of days before we left Cornwall I tried to do it, but I
found that I could hardly get the top off the bottle, let alone manage
anything else.'

'You poor baby,' murmured his mother sympathetically, 'It's no wonder
you've got so upset.'

'Pardon?' said Andrew uncomprehendingly.

'Do you remember when I told you that now you've started doing it, I
thought that you might just find that you'd need to masturbate quite often,
because your body gets used a frequent release of tension and emotion?'

'Oh yes, I do as a matter of fact.'

'You've been making yourself come quite often since you first started doing
it, haven't you.'

'Oh yes! Every night and every morning at the very least. Often at other
times too.' he giggled.

'And then suddenly you had to stop.' said Jackie. 'I think that that's the
whole reason for your irritability ever since you got home. Your body has
been craving an orgasm and you haven't been able to do anything about it.'

'How amazing.' breathed Andrew.

'You see I believe that quite aside from the fact that you love to
masturbate, you actually need to masturbate now. It has become essential
for your well being you see.'

'Well I never.' he chuckled. 'Fancy that.'

'I think that until your arm is better we're going to have to do something
about it, the two of us.  If you like, I'll do it for you from time to time
and we'll see if it makes you feel better.'

'Ooh Mummy! Would you really? How super! Will you do it now?'

'You fancy it right this moment, do you?' she laughed.

'Do I ever!' he breathed pushing back his bedclothes. 'Look at that.'

Sure enough, his penis was sticking up rigidly from his body. Jackie took
the bottle of baby oil and poured a few drops of it into her palm.

'Would you like to hold the skin back for me?' she asked. 'You'll know how
that feels best now.'

'O.K. Mummy.' he agreed, slowly slipping his foreskin back onto his shaft.

She transferred the oil from her hand to his erection and began to caress
him softly.

'OK?' she enquired gently.

'Ooh, yes.' he murmured.

Little more than a couple of minutes passed by before he uttered a little
cry of intense pleasure and his semen began to shoot, some of it landing
far up on his sling.

'Oh, that was beautiful.' he gasped ecstatically. 'I had no idea but you're
absolutely right, I really needed it. Suddenly I feel as if somebody has
lifted a great load off my shoulders.'

'That's lovely darling.' said Jackie, dabbing at him with a tissue. 'I
wouldn't be surprised if you'll feel a great deal better tomorrow.'

'I'm sure I will.' nodded her son, sitting up in bed and throwing his good
arm round her neck.  'Thank you so much.'

'You're very welcome my love.' she replied, hugging him to her.

'And you said that I could ask you to do it for me again some time?'

'Yes, that's right. Just let's see how you get on. All right?'

'Smashing!'

He settled down and she tucked him in.

'Feeling sleepy?' she asked.

'Mmmm. All lovely and warm and relaxed.' he sighed happily. She turned off
the light.

'See you in the morning. I love you.' she whispered.

'I love you too.' he murmured and fell asleep at once.

The next day saw no let up in the relentless downpour. The winds were
fierce and the radio was beginning to report floods and storm damage in the
area. Andrew awoke feeling refreshed and on top of the world and his sister
marvelled at the sudden transformation. He was quite back to his old self
and his mother smiled to herself contentedly, delighted that she had at
last found the reason behind his black mood and temper and that the
solution was both quick and apparently effective as well.

In the Adamson house the situation was not quite so rosy. Feeling cooped up
and bored, Toby was taking his frustration out on his little sister, who
consequently spent much of the time running to her mother in floods of
tears. By early afternoon, Mary Adamson had had enough. When her son
decided that he was going to brave the elements regardless and pay a visit
to his friends down the lane, she was delighted to help dress him up in
waterproofs and wellington boots and pack him off in the rain. Drenched in
a few moments and almost bowled over by the gale, the intrepid youngster
made his way hurriedly along the road. Finally, soaked to the skin and
panting from the exertion of his battle with the elements, Toby arrived at
the Stevenson's front porch and banged on the door.

'Let me in!' he cried, his words obliterated by the noise of the
storm. 'Hey, let me in.' he demanded, rattling the knocker once more.

When Natasha finally opened the door, he almost fell headlong into the
hall. She closed it hurriedly behind him, to keep out the rain that was
gusted into the house.

'What on earth are you doing out in this weather?' she asked.

'If you'd spent the morning with my sister, you'd want to escape too.' he
panted, beginning to unbutton his coat.

'Who was that at the door?' asked Jackie, coming out of the kitchen, drying
her hands on a towel.  'Why, it's Toby!' she exclaimed. 'Fancy coming out
in this weather.'

'I already said that.' laughed Natasha. 'He said that he's escaping from
Katy.'

'Oh I see.' Her mother smiled for the animosity that existed between Toby
and his sister was a standing joke in the Stevenson household.

'Did I hear somebody mention Toby's name?' called Andrew from the top of
the stairs.

'Yes, it's me.'

'Oh, how super.' he cried, coming quickly down to the hall. 'We haven't
seen you for ages and ages.'

'He came over the day that we got back from holiday.' Natasha pointed out.

'So he did,' agreed her brother affably. 'But that was ages ago.'

'How are you?' asked Toby. 'Is the arm any better?'

'Oh, it's not too bad I suppose. Just boring and useless.'

'Is his temper any better?' Toby asked Natasha, winking at her.

'Oh yes, much better as a matter of fact.' she replied. 'He hasn't shouted
at me once today.  I can't understand it'

Andrew looked at his mother and grinned happily. She gave him a fleeting
wink and smiled back.

'You look drenched, Toby.' she said. 'Take off those wet things before you
catch your death of cold.'

Toby took off his raincoat and handed it to her. He felt his shirt gingerly
and grimaced.

'I thought that coat was supposed to be rain proof.'

'Shower-proof perhaps, but not downpour proof.' joked Jackie.

The children all laughed.

'Now run upstairs with Andrew and he'll find you a dry shirt. You'd better
get him some trousers, socks, pants and your spare slippers too
darling. He's wet through.'

'Come along soggy.' said Andrew, towing his friend upstairs.

'Hang all your wet things over the side of the bath and I'll put them to
dry.' called Jackie after them.

'Right-o.' agreed Toby meekly.

They were back downstairs quickly, Toby dressed in dry clothing. They went
into the lounge to find Natasha.

'All dry now?' she asked, looking up from the magazine that she was
thumbing through.

'Much better thank you. I was feeling positively clammy.'

'How do you fancy a game of Monopoly?' she suggested, rising from the couch
and stretching sinuously.

'Yes, that sounds like a good idea.' agreed Toby.

'But she always wins.' protested her twin.

'I'm sure that I remember winning once.' said Toby.

'When was that?' enquired Andrew.

'Umm, I can't remember exactly, but I'm sure that I did.'

Natasha got out the board and the game was soon set up for play. Toby chose
the racing car to use, while Natasha claimed her lucky boot and Andrew had
the ship. They took turns shaking the dice to see who would start. Natasha
won and the game commenced.

As Andrew had feared, the luck went Natasha's way as usual. She acquired
'Park Lane' on her first circuit of the board and 'Mayfair' on her
second. Before the boys knew what had hit them, she had built hotels on
both. One by one they landed. One by one they were forced to sell off their
properties and went into mortgage to pay her rentals. They borrowed money
from one another in an attempt to stay afloat and finally went bankrupt.

'Oh Natty.' cried Toby as he landed the final time. 'I don't know where you
get all the luck from.'

'How dare you.' responded the pretty blonde girl, smiling sweetly. 'It's
not a question of luck.  It's a game of skill.'

'Hark at her,' mocked her brother, 'Natty the ace financier.'

'When we grow up,' said Natasha severely, 'I may well show you both.'

'Somehow I wouldn't be at all surprised.' laughed Toby, looking at her in
admiration.

'Ssh,' said Andrew hurriedly. 'Her head's big enough as it is!'

The three of them collapsed in fits of laughter.

'You lot seem to be having loads of fun.' observed Jackie, drawn to the
lounge by the sound of their mirth. 'Would you like some tea and chocolate
cake now?'

'Coo, yes please.' cried Toby, jumping up at once.

'You great greedy guts.' giggled Natasha, which provoked further merriment.

After tea was over, the three youngsters settled down to play 'Chase the
Ace' as both boys declined to play a further game of Monopoly with wheeler
dealer Natasha. The change in game did not break her luck, however, and she
won as usual.

'It's incredible.' muttered Toby afterwards.

'You know what they say of course,' said Andrew, 'Lucky at cards, unlucky
in love.'

'Huh!' Natasha was unimpressed. 'I shall have many lovers.' she announced.

'Will you?' asked Toby with interest. 'Can I be one of them?'

'Why Toby Adamson. Is that a proposal of marriage?' she enquired
mischievously.

'Certainly not.' he replied hastily.

'Charming!' exclaimed the pretty blonde archly.

'Oh, I didn't mean .... I mean to say ....' Toby blushed deeply and the
twins roared with laughter at his evident discomfort.

'What's the time?' asked Andrew.

Toby glanced at his watch. 'Time I was going I'm afraid.' He got to his
feet and went to look out of the window. 'Ugh, it's still tipping down.' he
groaned.

'I'll ask Mummy if you can stay for supper.' said Andrew and went off into
the kitchen, He returned a minute or so later.

'She says that's fine. She's ringing your mother now.'

After a while Jackie came into the lounge.

'I've spoken to your mother, Toby, and she's agreed that you might as well
stay the night too.'  she said. 'There doesn't seem any point in your
getting soaked to the skin again and I don't somehow think that the rain is
going to stop tonight,'

'Hey, that's super!' exclaimed Andrew. 'You've never stayed the night
before, have you Toby?'

The skinny brown haired boy shook his head. 'No. You know I haven't got a
toothbrush or any pyjamas?'

'Well I know that I've got a spare toothbrush that you can use.' said
Jackie, 'But as for pyjamas, I'm afraid you'll have to do without, because
we haven't a pair in the house. None of us use them you see.'

'Oh, do you sleep in the nude?' Toby's eyes widened with amazement.

'It's the only way.' chuckled Andrew. 'You'll soon get used to it, I
promise. Hey Mummy, if you're going to put Toby in the spare room could I
move in with him. That should be fun.'

'Yes, of course you can if you want to darling. Are you sure that you'll be
able to sleep together in that double bed?'

'Well, we can try.' decided Andrew. 'If not I can always creep back to my
own room in the middle of the night. Is that OK with you Toby?'

'Yes, I should think so. So long as you don't snore'

Andrew looked offended. 'How dare you! I never snore.'

'How do you know that?' enquired Natasha. 'You only snore when you're
asleep and when you're asleep you can't tell if you're snoring or not.'

'That sounds a little like 'which comes first, the chicken or the egg' to
me.' laughed Jackie.

'Or 'how can you tell that the light in the 'fridge goes off when you shut
the door'.' chuckled Toby.

'Come on then Natasha, you can come and help me make up the bed.' said
Jackie and took her daughter upstairs.

For the evening meal they had roast pork, mashed potatoes and peas,
followed by ice cream from the freezer.  On his very best behaviour, Toby
helped Andrew by cutting up his meat for him and afterwards he insisted on
lending a hand with the washing up.

'You're always doing this Toby.' said Jackie approvingly. 'That ruffian
over there never offers, cast or no cast. I can see that I'm going to have
to speak firmly to him once he's back in action.'

Andrew groaned and raised his eyes heavenwards.

The remainder of the evening was spent in front of the television, which
was apparently about the only thing that Andrew could do unaided. Natasha
had wanted to play another game of cards, but he complained that he found
it almost impossible to hold the cards that he was dealt in just one
hand. Eventually Jackie decided that it was time for the youngsters to get
ready for bed.

'Could Toby give Andrew his bath tonight?' asked Natasha hopefully. 'I'm
getting bored with doing it.'

'All right then.' agreed her mother as Toby nodded happily. 'You go first
and give a call when the bathroom is free. I'm sure that Toby will be able
to cope with our wounded hero all right.'

A little later on Natasha shouted down the stairs to say that she had
finished and the boys tore themselves reluctantly from the television and
went slowly upstairs to the spare room.

'Would you mind helping me to undress?' asked Andrew. It's awfully
difficult to do it on my own.'

'All right.' agreed Toby and carefully helped him out of his clothes while
Jackie ran a bath of water.

'See my autographs.' said Andrew, pointing at two signatures on his cast
which were usually covered by his sling. 'That's the doctor and this is the
nurse at the hospital where they put the plaster on.'

'What a riot.' chuckled Toby, 'Will you get to keep the cast when they take
it off?'

'I hope so, but I don't know yet. I'll have to have it done at the hospital
here you see. I tell you what, we'll get a felt tip pen tomorrow and you
can sign it too.'

Toby shrugged off his clothes too and they padded along to the bathroom.

'The water's just right and I've put out a couple of towels.' Jackie told
them, coming out as they reached the doorway. 'Try to keep his cast dry and
don't take any nonsense from him.' she said to Toby with a smile.  'I'll be
up to tuck you into bed in a while.'

Toby nodded and they went into the bathroom together. Andrew got gingerly
into the water, holding up his broken arm carefully as he did so.

'Natty usually washes my back first.' he explained.

'Move up and I'll get into the bath behind you.' suggested Toby, 'That
should make it much easier.'

Drawing up his knees to his chest, Andrew slid down towards the plug and
Toby stepped into the water.  He took the soap and lathered his friend's
back thoroughly.

'Oh, it's much easier with you in the bath too.' laughed Andrew. 'I must
tell Natty when she next does it for me. She's been making a terrible
palaver about it.'

Picking up the sponge, Toby sluiced him down.

'Am I supposed to do the front too?' he enquired.

'Yes please. Can you reach or do you want me to turn round?'

'I don't know. I'll see. Hold your arm up though or I might get it wet.'

Reaching round, Toby lathered up his friend's chest and stomach.

'That seemed easy enough.' he commented and carefully washed the soap back
off with the sponge.  Andrew got up onto his knees.

'Here, pass me over the soap will you? I don't imagine that you'll want to
do my bum for me.'

'Quite right.' laughed Toby.

Andrew cleaned his bottom and his thighs with his left hand.

'I tell you what you can do, though,' said Andrew, 'Reach round and peel my
foreskin back and hold it there will you? It's a two-handed job really and
I didn't like to ask Natty to do it for me.'

Toby reached round with his left hand and carefully slid back his friend's
foreskin and then kept it retracted. It was the first time that he had
actually touched another boy there and he found it strangely exciting.

'Is that OK?' he asked.

'Yes, fine thanks.' replied Andrew, cleaning himself thoroughly before
sitting down again to wash off the soap. 'Do you want to do yourself now?'
he asked. 'After that we can get out. I'll even need a bit of help with the
getting dried too though I'm afraid.'

Toby washed quickly and the two of them got out of the bath. He put a towel
round Andrew's shoulders and then dried himself briskly.

'Right then, your turn now.' he said finally, rubbing first at his friend's
back and then his front.  Kneeling down on the bath mat, he then dried
Andrew's legs, working upwards from the feet. When he reached the groin, he
quite automatically skimmed back Andrew's prepuce, just as he would have
done his own, and dabbed gently at the acorn that lay beneath it.

'Mmmm.' murmured the youngster and immediately began to go hard.

'Oh, sorry!' exclaimed Toby, colouring. 'I did that quite without
thinking.'

'That's perfectly all right.' chuckled Andrew. 'It felt really nice.'

'So I gather.' observed his best friend wryly, looking approvingly at the
organ which was standing out proudly from its owner's body. 'Seeing you
like that reminds me. Have you ever noticed people at school talking about
something called 'wanking'?'

Andrew nodded.

'Yes I have as a matter of fact. Why? Have you found out what it means?'

'Oh yes.' replied Toby knowledgeably, for on the last night of his cousin's
visit, he had boldly sidled into the guest bedroom after his bath and had
asked Neil an extremely personal question.  The older boy had been highly
amused and a most intimate and informative conversation had followed.
'It's another word for masturbating. My cousin Neil came to stay while you
were away and I learned loads of interesting stuff.'

'Well I never, of course that's what it means!' exclaimed Andrew. 'That
explains a lot. Pierce told me last term that Jenkins and Smithy wank each
other. He said he reckoned they were a pair of right old homos. I could
understand that bit, but I didn't want to let on that I didn't know what
'wank' meant, so I grinned and pretended that I did. Do you reckon that's
what homos get up to?'

'I don't know. I suppose it must be. Actually Pierce is always talking
about it. He told me he did it five times one Sunday. I said: "Golly, did
you really?' and tried to look impressed, but of course I hadn't a clue
what he was on about at the time either.'

'Well, we know now, don't we.' laughed Andrew. 'Mind you, I haven't been
able to do it myself ever since I broke my arm.'

'Heavens! No, because you do it two-handed I suppose you wouldn't.' Toby
was most sympathetic.  'How frightful.'

'Actually that was what made me so bad tempered and irritable. Mummy worked
it out in the end.  She says it's something to do with me being highly
sexed. I seem to need to do it to release pent up feelings. I'm sure she's
right, because I'm feeling great today.'

'Why, did you manage it yesterday then?'

'No, Mummy did it for me last night as a matter of fact. It was gorgeous.'

'How super she is!' exclaimed Toby enviously and began to imagine what it
must be like to be masturbated by Andrew's mother. His penis grew quickly
at the thought.

'I bet I know what you're thinking about.' laughed Andrew.

'Yes, I'm afraid I am. Come on, let's go and get into bed. I'll tell you
all about my chat with Neil.'

The two youngsters made their way along the landing to the spare room and
settled down together in the double bed. Once they had made themselves
comfortable Toby duly told his best friend all that he had learnt a few
nights previously.

'God!' murmured Andrew when the story was finished. 'I'm feeling dreadfully
sexy after hearing that.'

'So am I from telling you.' giggled Toby.

Andrew pushed back the bedclothes to reveal the both of them.

'I say, you wouldn't do me a big favour and make me come, would you?' he
asked hopefully.

Toby felt a knot of excitement form in the pit of his stomach and his mouth
went dry.

'Oh Andrew!' he exclaimed, scandalised. 'I shouldn't, surely!'

'Why ever not?' enquired Andrew, looking surprised. 'Don't you think it
would be fun?'

'Well yes, as a matter of fact, but that's not the point. It would make us
homos, wouldn't it?'  Toby's face was a picture of concern.

'Would it? I don't know. Do you think it would matter?'

Just then the door opened and in walked Jackie. Toby grabbed at the
bedclothes and pulled them hurriedly back into place, but not before she
had noticed their obvious states of excitement.

'I don't need to ask what you two are up to.' she laughed.

'Ah, Mummy,' said Andrew calmly, 'You're just in time. I'm trying to talk
Toby into making me come, but he doesn't want to.'

'Well, if he doesn't, then you certainly shouldn't try to make him.' she
responded firmly.

'He says that if he did, then it would make us homosexuals.' explained
Andrew. 'Do you think that's right and does it matter anyway?'

'That's an interesting one.' said his mother, sitting down on the edge of
the bed. 'To be honest I'm not quite sure that either of you are old enough
yet to be regarded as homosexuals.  I think that rather applies to people a
little nearer adulthood. A lot of boys experiment together sexually at your
age. I know your father did, Andrew, because he once told me about it.  He
and a special friend used to make each other come right through their
teenage years. I don't think it has had much effect on the way he is today,
one way or another. He tells me that he doesn't fancy other men, anyway.'

Toby and Andrew giggled.

'I think you've got lots of time ahead of you to decide whether you prefer
males or females as sexual partners. At least if you two were to have sex
together then you'll have tried both by the time you're grown up. If in the
end you realise that you are homosexual, then it's one of those
things. That's the way that you are and there's nothing at all you can do
about it.  These days there's much less shame attached to it than there
used to be anyway.'

'A boy at school was making fun of two other boys who he says masturbate
each other.' said Toby.

'Have you ever stopped to think that he might be jealous because they
haven't invited him to join in?' suggested Andrew's mother with a wry grin.

The boys looked at each other and laughed.

'That's quite probably what it's all about.' declared Andrew.

'So you think that it would definitely be alright for me to make Andrew
come? asked Toby.

'As I said before, not if you don't want to. If it'll make you feel guilty
or uncomfortable or wrong in any way, then I don't think it's a good idea.'
Jackie replied.

'Hmm.' Toby looked thoughtful.

'I know that many grown ups frown on that sort of behaviour,' added
Andrew's mother, 'But as far as I'm concerned it's all part of growing up
and learning both about yourself and other people.'

'So what do you think Toby?' asked Andrew hopefully.

'I'd love to have a go at making you come to be honest.' admitted Toby with
a grin.

'The bottle of baby oil is there on the side table.' said Jackie. 'It'll
save me a job anyway.  I'll leave you to your fun. Good night darlings. I
love you both. See you in the morning.'

With that, she was gone.

'She knew I'd ask you all along.' laughed Andrew pointing over at the
bottle of baby oil.

'Golly, so she did. I guess it must be all right then.'

Toby grinned wickedly and reaching beneath the covers he took hold of
Andrew's erection and slipped the fold of skin from the head right back
onto his shaft. Andrew promptly reached down and held it there. Encircling
the exposed glans with his finger and thumb, Toby slid his hand slowly up
and down. Andrew gave a small moan of pleasure. After a minute or so,
releasing his grip, Toby fluttered his index finger back and forth quickly
over Andrew's frenum and to his immense surprise was instantly rewarded by
a rush of hot sticky sperm.

'Good Lord!' he chuckled. 'I didn't think for a moment that I'd make you
come without baby oil.'

'Neither did I,' gasped Andrew, 'It took me totally by surprise, but I was
feeling awfully sexy.'

'You must have been.'

'Can I try doing yours? I won't be much cop with my left hand I know, but
I'd simply love to have a go.'

'Yes, all right.' agreed Toby willingly. 'Actually I'm feeling so horny
that you'll probably manage it.'

They threw back the sheets and blankets again and Andrew looked over at his
friend's throbbing erection.

'I've got an idea.' he giggled and gathering up his own semen, most of
which had landed on his tummy, he reached over and spread it quickly over
the head of Toby's penis.

'Oh, how disgusting!' gasped Toby, immediately beside himself with
lust. 'Oh my God it feels good.'  he moaned as Andrew started to fondle him
lasciviously if rather awkwardly with his left hand.

It was over almost as soon as it started. Toby gave a helpless cry and his
own sperm mingled with that of his closest friend.

'Hey! Isn't it fun doing it to each other?' laughed Andrew gleefully. 'I
never would have thought that it could make so much difference.'

'No wonder Jenkins and Smithy like it.' grinned Toby.

'I'm still as stiff as anything.' observed Andrew. 'Will you give me a go
with some baby oil now?'

'Sure thing.' was the willing reply and Toby reached for the bottle.

'I'll hold the skin right back again while you do it.' said Andrew.

Cupping his palm, Toby poured a tiny bit of oil into it and spreading it
onto his friend's erection he started to stroke it voluptuously.

'Oh, that's so beautiful.' sighed Andrew.

'You know it's really nice touching your peen.' observed Toby.

'I enjoyed touching yours too!'

'Are we very bad do you think?'

'Oh I don't know, I think you're pretty good at it actually.'

'Fool. You know what I mean.'

'No, Mummy said it was all right, so it must be.'

'Yes, that's true.'

'I wonder what it can be like to make love to a girl.'

'God, I don't know. It must be simply incredible.'

Toby continued to stimulate his friend steadily, bringing him slowly but
surely to the point of no return. Andrew began to tremble with pleasure
after a while and rocked his pelvis to meet Toby's hand. He started to pant
quietly, closed his eyes, gave a small wordless cry of ecstasy and climaxed
strongly. Toby was entranced by the entire experience, finding it quite
magical.

'That was great.' enthused Andrew afterwards. 'Even better than the first
time actually.'

Toby reached over and pulled some tissues from the box, which Jackie had
thoughtfully placed beside the bed.

'I'd better try to clean you up a bit.' he laughed.

'How about showing me this special technique of Neil's then?' suggested
Andrew, once his bedmate had mopped him dry.

Toby needed no encouragement and began to masturbate at once, explaining
Neil's method as he went.

'I can't see that this will be any good for you until your foreskin loosens
up a bit,' he said, 'But I expect you'll probably find you can slow
yourself down by doing what Neil does. Wow, talking of slowing down.'

Toby stopped stroking himself and held his foreskin back tightly. 'That was
a bit close.' he panted.  'You stopped it though.' Andrew was highly
intrigued as Toby continued his little demonstration and postponed two
further orgasms. At his fourth attempt a drop of semen appeared and rolled
slowly down the shaft of his penis. Andrew reached across and wiped it off
with the end of a finger, which he then put in his mouth.

'It tastes just like mine does.' he observed.

'I've never tried it.' admitted Toby. 'What does it taste like exactly?'

'Sort of salty.' was the nearest that Andrew could manage.

'Right, I think I've managed enough for tonight. I'm going to let it come
next time. Neil says it's best to decide to come rather than leaving it
until you really can't stop yourself.'

Andrew watched, as with less than two dozen slow expert strokes Toby tipped
himself over the brink into an orgasm which made him shudder and shake.

'You were quite right with what you said.' declared Andrew. 'It didn't
spurt at all. How amazing.  I'll have to get you to try doing it for me
like that.'

'But I won't know when to stop.'

'I'll have to warn you in good time, won't I!'

'Well, I'll certainly have a go some time. Gosh, I'm feeling quite sleepy
after all this excitement.  How about you?'

'Same here actually. I bet we'll sleep like logs.'

He was right.


The following morning Andrew awoke to find himself assailed by the most
exquisite sensations and to his amazement he realised that he was in the
midst of an orgasm. Opening his eyes as the spasms slowly died away he was
greeted by the sight of Toby crouching over him with a gleeful expression.

'When did you wake up?' he asked.

'Just after I started to come I think.' laughed Andrew and stretched
sensuously. 'I was having the most sexy dream.'

'What was it about?'

'I can't exactly remember to be honest. I think I was in bed with two
girls, but it might have been three.'

'Anybody we know?'

'No. I think my mind made them up for me. I have a feeling that they were
all very pretty though.'

'I don't ever remember having a dream like that.'

'Nor do I. I guess that I had it because you were rubbing me. Whatever gave
you the idea to do it?'

'Well when I woke up I was as hard as anything, like I always am first
thing. I wondered if you were the same, so I reached over to see. When I
found that you were I slipped the skin back really slowly and started to
tickle the head of your peen. At first I thought that you were only
pretending to be asleep, but when you snored I realised that you weren't.'

'Oh, I didn't snore!' Andrew looked appalled.

'I think it was because of the way you were lying.' said Toby, allowing him
the benefit of the doubt.

'Yes, I'm sure it was.' agreed Andrew hastily.

'Anyway, I wondered if I could actually make you come without waking you
up. I'm surprised you didn't notice when I pushed the bedclothes back and
got the oil though.'

'I slept right through the whole thing. It's the nicest way I've ever woken
up in my entire life.'

'That's good.' laughed Toby. 'Perhaps one of these days you'll be able to
do the same for me. I'd quite like to see what it's like.'

'Want me to try rubbing you with my sperm again?' chuckled Andrew with a
fiendish grin.

'Yeah.' breathed Toby.

'Stay where you are then.'

Scooping up his semen he spread it over Toby's penis and forming a loose
fist he began to rub him.  Still kneeling astride his friend, Toby leant
forwards and took his weight on his hands. Andrew fondled him rhythmically
and he started to thrust his pelvis back and forth regularly, trying to
imagine that his penis was actually inside a girl. The fantasy worked well
and he panted with pleasure.

'When you come, you can just let it go all over me if you like.' suggested
Andrew. 'I think that'll be rather sexy, don't you?'

Toby obviously agreed, for it was only the shortest time afterwards when he
gave a gasp and his semen snaked out, most of it landing on Andrew's penis
and balls where he aimed the spurting organ.

'Cor!' chuckled Andrew. 'Sexy as hell. Do me again now will you?'

Toby obliged at once and his randy friend soon added a further deposit to
the pool on his lower tummy.

'This is the greatest!' exclaimed Andrew. 'I reckon we should stay in bed
and do it all day.'

'You sexy sod, you would, wouldn't you.' laughed Toby.

'Sure. Wouldn't you?'

'Yeah! Not half.'

After doing something of a clean up, Toby decided to go along to the
bathroom to get rid of the tissues and have a pee.

'At least you don't have an erection to get rid of this morning.' observed
Andrew.

'No, that's true. I shan't have to stand by the loo for half an hour
waiting for it to go away.'

'Oh I know, it's ridiculous, isn't it!'

'Absolutely. Mind you, I'm not completely soft. Doing you that last time
got me going again.'

Andrew chuckled wickedly as Toby crossed to the door and slipped out onto
the landing without bothering to put anything on. He was three quarters of
the way to the bathroom when Natasha's door suddenly flew open and there
she was standing in front of him, as naked as he was.

'Good morning Toby.' she yawned. 'Did you sleep all right?'

'Umm .... yes thank you. Good morning Natty.'

He had never before seen her bare and was delighted by the sight of her
breasts which were budding deliciously, despite her brother's scathing
claim to the contrary. Her young body was already a most feminine shape and
she had a fine blonde triangle of pubic hair covering her mount of
Venus. Toby found her breathtakingly beautiful in her innocent nakedness
and in his semi aroused state, the stimulation to his senses proved too
much. Natasha watched as he quickly sprang to a full erection.

'Coo,' she squeaked. 'Nice one Toby!'

He flushed deeply and turning on his heels he scuttled quickly back to the
sanctuary of the spare room, her merry laughter ringing in his ears. Andrew
was highly amused when his embarrassed friend related the encounter.

'She'll have enjoyed that.' he laughed. 'I'm afraid she'll reckon that you
fancy her now.'

'I do fancy her.' replied Toby candidly. 'I think she's wonderful.'

'I always thought that you weren't much into girls.'

'Well, I don't know really. Natasha's special though. Very special.'

'I'll tell her you said that, shall I?' enquired Andrew innocently.

Toby advanced on him threateningly.

'How do you fancy having both arms in plaster?' he asked menacingly.

'OK, OK, only kidding.'

Toby picked up his underpants from the chair.

'I'm not taking any more chances.' he said grimly and put them on before he
set forth again.

To his relief he was able to reach his destination unchallenged. After
doing his business he cautiously opened the bathroom door and also managed
to make the return journey unmolested.  The two boys were lying in bed
chatting amicably when Jackie came in to draw back the curtains.

'Good morning darlings, how did you sleep?' she asked cheerfully.

'We were both fine, weren't we Toby.' said her offspring proudly.

'Yes, no trouble at all.' agreed his friend.

'Did he snore?' asked Jackie mischievously.

'Only a little bit.' chuckled Toby and was punched for his admission.

'Mummy, you don't suppose that it would be possible for Toby to stay for
the rest of the holidays, do you?' enquired Andrew hopefully. 'We're having
super fun together you know.'

'It was all right in the end was it?' asked his mother with a wink.

'Yes, it was terrific.' laughed Andrew and Toby nodded shyly.

'Well I don't mind at all, but we'll have to see what Mary has to say about
it.'

'Oh she'll be fine,' said Toby confidently, 'Anything to keep Katy and I
apart!'

As Toby had predicted, his mother offered no opposition to the
scheme. Keeping the peace in the Adamson household was no easy task and she
relished the notion of a quiet time before the children went back to
school. The weather continued quite foul and Toby remained with the
Stevensons. He spent his days playing happily with both Andrew and his
pretty sister and once in bed the two boys continued with games of a more
intimate nature.

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That's it for Chapter Four.  More to come soon.  I hope that you enjoyed
it.  Please do take a moment to let me know if you did.  -
racoole@proton.me

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