Date: Wed, 15 Feb 2023 15:21:22 +0000
From: RA Coole <racoole@proton.me>
Subject: the-sixties-sexplorers-6

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 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

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The Sixties Sexplorers
Chapter Six


The latter part of the Spring Term at the College, not long before Toby's
fourteenth birthday, marked the beginning of frantic preparations for the
annual Hobbies Exhibition. During the course of the academic year the
school ran every kind of sporting competition, but those having no great
athletic aptitude tended to be somewhat left on the sidelines. In
recognition of this, the Headmaster had, some years previously, introduced
Art and Craft and also Hobbies competitions and it was the last of these
that caught Toby's imagination. Consequently he was amongst the first of
the junior boys to offer his services to help with the organisation of his
house display. On the night before the exhibition was due to begin, the
school hall was the scene of utter pandemonium as tables were brought in
and covered with paper and bunting and exhibits were artistically
displayed. The four houses vied desperately with each other to produce the
most pleasing and eye-catching display.

Looking round the room at about ten o'clock in the evening, Toby was aware
that one other house seemed to have the edge with regard to the way in
which their exhibits were laid out, but could see that his own was ahead on
sheer weight of numbers. Frantic last minute alterations and improvements
were made as the art master, who had stayed on to keep an eye on the
proceedings, began to suggest that it was time to call it a day and go home
to bed.

The next morning everyone involved in the competition was on tenterhooks,
for while classes went on as usual judging was taking place in the
hall. The principal of the local College of Art and Design had been
persuaded to adjudicate and was already at work when school returned from
morning chapel. Toby, peering round the door on his way to his first
lesson, saw him busily inspecting the exhibits and scribbling notes on an
important looking clipboard.

After lunch all those who had taken part packed into the hall to learn the
results of the morning's deliberations. After summing up and commenting on
the general high standard of both exhibits and house displays, the judge
awarded marks. Whilst Toby's house scored well on its number of different
hobbies entered, as he feared its display was marked down. Consequently,
much to his disappointment, they only managed to attain second place
overall. As a small compensation, however, he was delighted to see that he
had scored a gold star for his collection of seashells, which he had spent
hours painstakingly mounting and identifying. He vowed that in a future
year he would see his house carry off the cup.

A week later the exhibition was over. As Toby was carefully carrying his
collection of shells to the station to take them home he had a minor
disaster. During the course of that afternoon there had been a heavy
rainstorm, as a result of which the pavements in the city were positively
treacherous. As he was crossing a busy road junction a 'bus swept through a
deep puddle and Toby leapt hastily aside to avoid being soaked
through. Tripping over the edge of the pavement, he began to fall and his
first thought was to save his precious collection from destruction. Turning
sideways he managed to land on his shoulder and thus avoid crushing the
shells but as a result he strained a muscle. Picking himself up he
staggered on to the station, in quite a lot of pain, though he was at least
pleased that his collection had remained intact.

For several days Mary Adamson applied special cream to the aching shoulder
and made him sit in front of an infra red lamp every night before he got
into bed. Slowly his condition improved and his mother then produced an
electric massager that she had bought some time previously to see if that
would help with the healing process. Although she did not personally have a
lot of faith in it, Toby felt that it helped to ease the pain and she
treated him with it for several evenings.

One night after such a treatment, once his mother had kissed him good
night, Toby picked up the machine from where she had left it and turning it
on, began to play with it. He ran it down his arms and then his legs, which
produced a tingling sensation. He then began to move it across his body,
amused by the range of different sounds it produced.

Quite by accident he brushed it across his pyjama bottoms and the device
made momentary contact with his penis. The sensation was highly pleasurable
and Toby repeated the motion at once. This immediately made him get a
hard-on. Delighted by the feeling, he then held the massager against the
head of his penis.  Only a few moments later he began to ejaculate
strongly. A large wet patch appeared on the front of his pyjamas and
switching off the machine Toby hastily reached for a handful of
tissues. That night he slept only in his pyjama tops. The following day was
a Sunday and Toby could hardly wait to rush round to tell Andrew about his
fascinating new toy.

'This sounds like fun.' laughed his friend. 'I think I simply have to come
over and try it out.'

Up in Toby's bedroom, Andrew held the machine gingerly against the front of
his jeans and turned it on.

'Wow!' he cried. "That feels terrific.'

'Careful.' warned Toby. 'It'll make you come awfully quickly.'

Andrew let out a gasp. 'Oh My God, yes, you're right!' he groaned. 'My,
does it ever feel good!' As his orgasm died away he turned off the machine
and handed it back to Toby. 'That was brilliant.' he chuckled.

'But now your pants are full of sperm.' observed Toby.

'That's very true. I guess I'd better do something about it.' So saying,
Andrew shrugged off his jeans and removing his pants he dabbed at himself
with them.

'I envy Katy's friend Christopher for having the feelings without any of
the mess.' sighed Toby.

'I know what you mean. It would be OK without any clothes on though.'

'I haven't tried that yet.' said Toby and taking down his trousers and
pants he lay out on his bed and applied the vibrator to the tip of his
penis. He turned it on and less than sixty seconds later gave a groan of
pleasure and Andrew could see the thick white fluid welling from beneath
the head of the machine.

'It really is terribly fast!' he exclaimed.

'Isn't it? I don't think I've ever come that quick doing it by hand.'

'What you could do with,' said Andrew, looking thoughtfully at the machine
as Toby mopped himself up, 'Is some kind of tube. Something that would be
just the right size to fit onto your peen when it's hard and that you could
actually attach to the massager.'

'What a good idea. Look. the black end part unscrews from the machine.'

'Oh yes, so it does. That would make attaching something easy enough then.'

'But what?'

'I don't know. Let's go over to my place and see if we can find anything.'

The boys got dressed and Andrew casually stuffed his sperm soaked pants
into his pocket. Going back to the Stevenson's, they searched high and low
but could find nothing suitable.

'It really needs to be something made of metal.' said Andrew at last.

'Metal.' repeated Toby. 'Hey, I know. There are some metal tubes on my old
radio set.'

'Condensers.' said Andrew. 'Of course. Just the thing!'

 Once back in Toby's bedroom they took out the old radio chassis and
inspected it with interest.

'How big is your peen when it's stiff these days?' asked Andrew.

'I've no idea.' laughed Toby.

'We'll have to measure it then. Can you get hold of your Mum's tape measure
without making anybody suspicious?'

'I'll try.' said Toby and went along to the spare bedroom to raid Mary
Adamson's work-basket.

'That's no good.' chuckled Andrew when his friend unzipped his trousers and
produced an extremely flaccid organ.

'I think it must be shy.' responded Toby with a grin.

'I'll soon fix that!'

Taking hold of Toby's penis Andrew soon induced a strong erection.

'Mmm.' Toby sighed. 'Don't stop.'

'We've got serious business to do.' laughed Andrew, releasing it and
reaching for the tape measure.

'I suppose it's the diameter that's important.' said Toby.

'Yes, that's right, but I can only really measure the circumference.'

'How about yours? Would the same tube fit us both?'

'I don't know.' replied Andrew and taking down his jeans he measured
himself as well. 'Coo, what a swizz! Yours is an eighth of an inch thicker
than mine.'

'Oh Andrew. You're an absolute riot!'

Andrew busily measured up the condenser tubes on the top of the radio
chassis.

'I think this will fit you and that will fit me.' he said at last, pointing
at two suitable ones.

'Right. I'll get a screwdriver and some pliers and we'll take them off.'

This time Toby had to raid his father's toolbox. When he returned Andrew
set to work and soon prised loose the desired items.

'Let's go over to my place again.' he suggested. 'I think that there's all
we'll need in the garage.'

Carefully slotting the first tube into his father's vice Andrew cut off the
bottom end neatly with a hack saw. He then did the same to the second while
Toby cleaned out the contents.

'What do you think?' he asked.

'Well,' answered Toby, 'I've got the stuff out of it O.K., but the edge
where you cut it off is awfully sharp. Feel.'

'Ooh!' winced Andrew, running his finger round the raw edge. 'I wouldn't
like to get that near my peen!'

'No, me neither.'

The boys gave the problem some thought. Andrew tried a file, but Toby
wasn't satisfied by the result.

'How about this then?'

Taking a small pair of pliers, Andrew carefully went round the tube bending
back the jagged edge.

'That's much better.' decided Toby. 'Now hammer it right back and then go
over it with the file again.'

Andrew did as instructed and then handed over the finished article for
inspection. Toby, in the meantime, had cleaned out the contents of the
other tube.

'What do you think of that?'

'Oh, it's a lot better. Now do the same with this one.'

Soon both pieces of tube were complete and the boys decided to try them for
size.

'I can't get mine on.' complained Andrew.

'Neither can I.'

'How odd. It looks as if it should fit but I can only get the end inside. I
wonder where we've gone wrong.'

'Try the bigger one.' suggested Toby, passing it over.

'Oh, now that's interesting. It slips on quite easily. Ah, I think I know
what the problem is now.  It's air.'

'Air?'

'Yes. It's like a bicycle pump if you think about it. When you go to push
your peen into a tube that's just the right size for it, there's no way for
the air already inside to escape.'

'I get it. But what can we do about it?'

'There's only one answer and that's to make a little hole in the bottom
end.'

So saying, Andrew fitted a small bit into his father's drill and made a
hole at the bottom end of the larger tube.

'Aha!' Toby cheered, trying it for size. 'Success!'

Greatly encouraged by this, Andrew went ahead and drilled a hole in the
second tube too.

'Oh yes. Mine fits nicely too now.'

'There's only one thing though.' observed Toby. 'When I come, all the sperm
will pour through the hole.'

'No problem. All we have to do is to put a little bolt in to close it up.'
replied inventor Andrew and promptly produced one from a glass jar on the
shelf above the workbench.

'Terrific.' laughed Toby. 'Now find one that'll fit the machine and we're
in business.'

After a little more work the two tubes were complete and the boys inspected
their handiwork with delight.

'I wonder if we should patent them.' laughed Andrew.

'A terrific idea.' agreed his friend with a grin. 'What will you call them?
'Stevenson Wonder wankers'?'

'How about: the McQueen Machine?'

'What?'

'You know the rhyme. 'There was a young man called McQueen, who invented a
wanking machine.'

'Oh yes.' laughed Toby. "But I hope it works better than that. Remember the
last bit? 'On the ninety ninth stroke the bloody thing broke and whipped
his bollocks to cream'!'

'Ugh!' grimaced Andrew. 'Yes, I hope it works better than that too. Come on
then, let's go and try them out shall we?'

Once back in Toby's bedroom they looked at each other dubiously.

'Who's going first?' asked Andrew.

'It was your idea.'

'Oh all right then.'

Andrew took off his jeans and gently stroked himself to a full erection
while Toby attached the slightly smaller of the two tubes to the
massager. Taking out the bolt to allow the air to escape he handed the
machine over and Andrew slipped it onto his erect shaft. The bolt was then
put carefully back into place.

'Oh well.' shrugged Andrew. 'Here goes nothing.' He turned on the machine
and drew in his breath sharply.

'What do you think?' asked Toby.

'Cor!' groaned Andrew. 'I like it.'

'Toby watched with interest, as the good looking blonde boy began to thrust
rhythmically against the massager.

'Wow that looks sexy.' he murmured, unzipping his fly and getting out his
penis, which had stiffened at the erotic sight in front of him, he began to
rub it gently.

'It feels dead sexy too!' breathed Andrew. 'And it's working slower than I
thought it might as well which is good.'

'That's great. It was a bit too quick the first time, wasn't it?'

Andrew continued to thrust regularly and then, suddenly, Toby saw him
shudder convulsively.

'Going to come?' he asked.

"Uh huh .... oh .... ooh .... oooh .... shit .... YESSSSSS!'

The sensations were obviously extremely powerful, for Andrew's entire body
shook and twitched spasmodically as he climaxed and he let out loud
involuntary cries. However, as Toby watched, his eyes suddenly widened and
a look of horror crossed his face. Desperately he scrabbled for the
regulator and then hurriedly switched off the machine.

'Hell's teeth!' he gasped.

'What happened? You seemed to be enjoying it OK at first.'

'Oh I was and the come was absolutely fantastic. Out of this world. But you
know how sensitive your peen gets just after you finish coming?'

"Do I ever.' nodded Toby.

'Well I couldn't turn down the machine fast enough and it hurt like
anything as soon as I stopped spurting.'

'That's a bit of a blow.'

'Isn't it? I don't quite see what you can do about it though, except to
turn it off as soon as you can.'

'Right then.' said Toby decisively. 'I'd better try it.' Andrew slipped the
machine from his rapidly softening organ and unscrewed his tube. Toby
fastened on his own.

'You don't look as if you're looking forward to it.' observed Andrew, for
Toby had lost his erection completely when Andrew told him the bad news.

'I wonder if I put it into the tube like that and then turn on the machine
if it'll make me go hard.'  mused Toby.

'It's certainly worth a try.'

Putting his limp phallus into the tube, Toby switched on.

'Aah.' he said. 'It will definitely make me go hard.'

Sure enough, Andrew soon saw him tip the tube into an upright position to
accommodate his stiffening shaft. He started to thrust against the machine,
following his friend's example.

'So, what do you think?' asked Andrew.

'Super so far.' replied Toby, a far away look on his face.

'What are you thinking about?' asked Andrew.

'Natasha.' admitted Toby and promptly blushed. Andrew laughed.

'I'll tell her, shall I?' he asked jokingly.

'Do and you'll breathe your last.' responded Toby with a scowl.

While the machine continued to do its work, Andrew washed out his tube at
the basin in the corner of Toby's bedroom. While he was doing so he heard
Toby whimper quietly. Turning round he was just in time to see his skinny
brown-haired friend fall onto his knees and thrust furiously as his orgasm
overwhelmed him. Suddenly the machine stopped.

'Well?' asked Andrew.

'Wow! What a climax!' gasped Toby. 'But turning off the machine tends to
stop that nice lingering bit that you usually get at the end when you can
normally go on rubbing yourself softly.

'Mmm,' conceded Andrew, 'I know what you mean. Oh well, it was an idea
anyway.'

'It was a good idea too.' said Toby staunchly. 'I'll try it a few more
times to see if I can get used to it.'

He pulled the machine off himself with a loud sucking noise.

'I can see it didn't do a very good job.' laughed Andrew. 'You're still
quite stiff.'

'Never mind,' said Toby, tucking himself away and zipping up his flies, 'At
least it means I'll be up to another one in a while.'

'You'll have to wait until this afternoon.' replied Andrew, looking at his
watch.

'Good Lord, so I will.' agreed Toby, looking at his own. 'It's almost time
for lunch.'

Despite several subsequent attempts with Andrew's unpatented invention,
both boys decided that it was not an enormous success. They did, however,
both continue to use the massager quite regularly without the pieces of
tubing.

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