Date: Wed, 23 Jan 2019 18:42:34 +0000
From: tom <amias09@fastmail.fm>
Subject: BogOff-Chapter-9

Bog off!

Authors note: All the usual caveats and dire warnings apply so you read
this at your peril. Naturally, no representation of any person, animal,
vegetable or mineral is intended, yet should you recognise yourself at some
point in the story in conjunction with any of the aforementioned just think
yourself very, very lucky to be included!

As ever all comments, ideas, suggestions, good bad or indifferent always
welcome and my apologies in advance for any typo's you may spot.

Tom
email: amias09@fastmail.fm


>>>>> Health Warning: I feel obliged to point out that under no
circumstances can this story be described as subtle, it is written very
much tongue in cheek and relies on humour, if not decidedly black humour
for it to deliver - so beware, some situations and characters will
undoubtedly appear quite gross!

Ergo, should you desire something of a far more erudite and sophisticated
nature, I can but recommend my highly acclaimed "Brief Encounters" and "The
Lab Technician" series.
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Chapter 9 – Enter Byron

Not far from Cockburn Rise, the home of the infamous Twerks family and only
a couple crumbling streets distant at Winkleton Crescent the Woodcock
family were in residence. Surprisingly, even being such a short distant
apart on the estate neither knew of the others existence, the Woodcock's
being ignorant of the Twerks and vice versa. Although, factually speaking
the sad truth was the whole lot of them might be said to be pretty just
ignorant of anything in general!

Byron Woodcock was just as his name implied, very cock orientated and
essentially wooden in the brain department. In fact, as thick as the
proverbial two short planks. Coming from what might be described as the
less salubrious part of the council sponsored area of the town, his family
pedigree ensured that both parents and his two older brothers had all left
the very same secondary school at fifteen without any form of qualification
whatsoever. Quite naturally, not wishing to break with academic family
tradition Byron also attained absolutely zilch, in fact minus zilch and
followed in their clumsy footsteps by being at sixteen gainfully
unemployed.

However, the others of the household had all eventually found full time
employment, if only menial labouring work, so even by the lowly benchmark
of family intelligence the young Byron was obviously lacking several key
brain cells, drive and was bereft of all of ambition. As yet he was still
to set a foot on what for him would be a very short ladder of employment,
for the truth was he far preferred to spend the entire day in bed doing
naughty things to himself and wallowing around in his own sticky,
congealing bodily fluids.

With Byron's father, Sean coming from a decidedly lapsed Catholic
background it was no great surprise that Byron had several uncles, one of
which was the notorious and rarely mentioned uncle Reg. No one had been
surprised when he had been apprehended and removed from circulation by the
long arm of the law for having yet again been caught doing things he
shouldn't with a fourteen year old boy in a public toilet. Nevertheless,
even if he were currently unavailable, a few years back the nine year old
Byron had been lucky enough to be the recipient of many, many hours of
explicit hand's on grooming from his doting uncle. With that sort of
experience literally behind him, not to mention having also been introduced
to several of Reg's more intimate friends, there was absolutely no doubt
Byron could and would rise to any occasion desperately wanting to follow in
his uncle's footsteps.

Consequently by the tender age of eleven Byron lacked the even merest
vestige of anal virginity and that didn't include the action packed forays
of uncle Reg's roving digits nor anything that his older siblings would
frequently require him to do, with or without his consent! Although
technically speaking, he had lost his virginity when he very willingly
succumbed to the sexual perversions of three exudating fourteen year old
boys behind the back of the junior school cycle sheds one gloomy October
afternoon after school. On walking rather gingerly back home that afternoon
with a rosy glow around his rosebud and an excess sperm fairly slithering
down between his legs he had realised where his destiny lay, between his
buttocks!

Life was never going to be easy and he certainly didn't help himself, for
by the time he became a teenager his preferred diet was essentially fast
food and sex. That had reaped it's own rewards since he was no longer the
attractive, slim prepubescent boy, but a rather short, portly, not to say
fat youth with a fine selection of yellow headed pustules adorning his
bumfluff stricken face. And, if good looks were in short supply then it was
fair to say his cup certainly did not runneth over, more that his bucket
overfloweth when it came to items appertaining to organs of pleasure.

For some unknown reason, whilst the rest of male fraternity in the Woods
household were intact and generally well endowed in the penile department,
Byron had been the subject of a very uncatholic and blunt knife shortly
after birth. Very sadly, what should have been a simple procedure had not
been the greatest surgical success for what would have surely been an organ
commensurate to the proportions of his siblings it was not to be. Fate and
the aforesaid blunt knife had cruelly transformed the baby Byron's latent
sexual life, for during the operation he managed to loose both length and
foreskin. Left with a truncated shaft and topped with a large and strange
bulbous head, his older brother Dwayne, no mean onanist himself, would take
quite an interest in it usually around bedtime. Yet the upside of the
unfortunate deformation was that uncle Reg was equally fascinated by it's
strange appearance and very often decided to kiss it better whether or not
it needed such attention!

The upshot of it all was that despite a constant longing for his anal
cavity to be filled, Byron's future as an attractive, highly paid rent boy
for the more discerning gentleman of the parish was without doubt, quite
dead in the water. His future even at a modest sixteen was essentially as a
spotty, fat slut with a novelty cock offering paid favours at rock bottom
rates around the local cottages. Still, he did enjoy the flexitime aspect
of his work and obtained considerable on the job experience.

Despite the family's lowly intelligence they were very proud that they all
worked hard and were continually nagging Byron to get some sort of job. His
mother, Crystal had a part-time morning job at the local supermarket, Sean
his father was a fully fledged refuse collector and Byron's eldest brother
Dwayne was a council labourer married to Charlene who's fate was to produce
innumerable screaming babies. Still living at home Warren was two years
older than Byron, but even the compulsive masturbator that he was, he
couldn't compete with Byron's ejaculatory prowess, having once compared his
younger brother's orgasmic capability as to that of a pump action shotgun!

Warren was absolutely addicted to girls and amassed a huge collection
soiled girly type panties having retained a pair from every one of his
sordid couplings from when he had started at the age of ten! Incredibly
oversexed, he travelled out of the city for nearly six miles to work each
day as a farm labourer, his libido was such that on a daily basis he would
inseminate a handy hedge or barn wall at least once, usually twice. Lately
though he had decided the journey was well worth making for he had now
discovered the wonderful world of animal husbandry and if precariously
balanced on a tree stump in a very secluded corner of the paddock where a
certain young mare was stabled his testicular pressures could quickly be
relieved!

All that aside, if Byron's proud father had the thought for one moment just
how his number three son was managing to keep himself in cigarettes and
numerous take-away meals the outcome would undoubtedly be very painful and
he would certainly be hospitalised for some time!

But, the concept of work was just not in Byron's character so on that
fateful morning having awoken early at around half past nine and absolutely
bursting for a pee he knew he just had to get up, either that or wet the
bed. As ever the entire family were out at work, so sitting on the edge of
the bed contemplating the strong aroma of unwashed adolescence he kicked
off his spunk stained pyjama trousers and tottered off towards the bathroom
rubbing his misshapen organ on the way. There was no washing or teeth
cleaning in his daily morning toilet ritual, it consisted solely of
urinating over everything except the toilet and then returning to his
disgusting bedroom, usually masturbating as he went and frequently
contemplating fingering his bottom. The first orgasm of the day never took
very long and he invariably timed it so he could ejaculate over the
bedclothes or the pillow on his immediate return.

Getting dressed couldn't be simpler. Having discovered the sartorial
elegance of a baggy T-shirt and tracksuit trousers he would wear the same
pair for days on end without any underwear, the rational being that it made
it so easy to pull them down and immediately make his teenage wares
available for fee paying clients. After a few days the clothes were so
obviously coated with stains of unmentionable provenance that Crystal, who
amazingly still cared what he looked like was liable to explode and that in
turn would set Sean off as well.

Whilst consuming a vast cholesterol free bacon sandwich Byron's daily
routine would include trying to make a vague plan for the day or more
accurately, to decide where he might stand the best chance of finding a
likely punter seeking basic sexual favours. There were plenty of such
visitors from the other side of the town who, hoping for anonymity were
drawn to visiting the local cottages and would be only too pleased to be
tossed or sucked off for the price of a packet of cigarettes. In fact, some
peculiar folk were very attracted to Byron simply because of a total lack
of personal hygiene and his disgusting habits so that return visits were
not entirely unheard off. Rarely would he refuse a request for sexual
deviancy even for a minimal amount of cash, the biggest problem being where
to perform if the client were actually desperate enough to want to probe
the wobbly, smelly heap of unwashed flesh.

With the decision made and the sun was shining he set off to walk to the
nearest cottage, which being adjacent to a car park was very often
productive especially if there were delivery drivers about. However, on his
arrival he was very disappointed to see that the place was virtually empty
and so turned his attention to the toilet itself, playing with himself
through his bottomless pocket as he walked slowly inside. Finding the
building was quite deserted he mooched around looking in the various
cubicles, finally ending up in his favourite one which had a good view of
the entrance and urinals if the door was left slightly ajar. With very
little else to occupy his minimal mental capacity there was only one thing
he could do to pass the time whilst waiting very hopefully for his first
customer and that was obviously to start slowly masturbating.

Not that he intended to climax immediately, it was more of a comforting
ritual and something he knew could go on for quite some time even if he did
produce a lot of precum. That was confirmed some ten minutes later with the
inside of his tracksuit trousers a slimy mess and the outside displaying a
large wet spot where the head of his cock constantly rubbed. It was to be
another five minutes before the entrance door would slowly open with a
squeak from the rusty hinges and allow Byron to peer out from the gloom of
the cubicle to see who it was.




Kelvin was having problems that morning, predictably self-induced. Fuelled
by Luke and Bogbrush's visit after school the previous evening he couldn't
stop thinking about what they had done and had to creep off to the bathroom
three times during the evening television to attend to matters. Even by
bedtime he was still very much aroused with visions of Luke in his white
briefs, so back in his own room with an indestructible bed he descended
into a positive orgy of self-abuse aided by the handcream from the garden
shed. Masturbating well into the small hours until he could ejaculate no
more and his cock was too sensitive to touch he fell into an exhausted
asleep such that would virtually guarantee sleeping through any alarm.

There was though a high price to pay for the final dribbles of semen that
he had wrung out of his aching testicles at gone two in the morning. The
first repayment demand coming by way of Doreen bursting into his room
screaming that the time to get up was long past and he was due shortly at
the surgery. With no sign of life she pulled the covers off to reveal his
ever throbbing erection along with the selection of anal toys that he had
slept with and was, quite unsurprisingly far from impressed.

Breathing smoke, but luckily no fire she continued to rant as he shambled
into life, eventually managing to gobble down a piece of cold toast and
prepare to escape the house in the direction of the surgery. Sadly though
his troubles didn't end there, for the discovery that he was short of the
vital right hand trouser pocket and thus unable to comfort his sore cock
was a latent disaster in itself. However, knowing the fragile state of his
cock he had the foresight to at least put the handcream into his bag for
use later.

Leaving Doreen still ranting on the doorstep the brothers headed off with
Kelvin in a state of panic and Jason highly amused, unable to wait to tell
his friends of the latest hysterical instalment. Despatched in the
direction of the surgery under pain of death not to ruin his new trousers
until he had at least seen the doctor Kelvin walked painfully along
discovering his left hand was nowhere as effective at comforting his
estranged cock as was the right one!

Although running a little late the doctors appointment was for Kelvin in
solo mode a major success, he appeared clutching a prescription for some
magic foot ointment guaranteed to cure his rotting feet. Then, after
leaving the surgery and going in the newsagents he bought himself a tin of
Coke as a treat for so bravely going to the doctor all on his own. Walking
slowly it didn't take long to consume nor to percolate though his system,
so desperate for a pee and the chance to gently massage some more handcream
into his exceedingly sore cock he noticed the public toilet sign and
quickly headed off.

Having always been warned about the dangers of being caught in a public
toilet he nervously entered listening out for any signs of life whilst
looking all around. The thought of being accosted by the traditional
stereotype of an old man in a long dirty raincoat was a scary
thought. However, he was relieved to hear no signs of life and see that the
place looked deserted, with all three cubicles having their doors ajar he
simply assumed there was nobody about.

The urinal itself was one of the more modern stainless steel ones without
any of the partitions that the older white porcelain types had, which in
turn meant there was no privacy for the more timid user. However, since
thinking he was the only one in the place that aspect didn't worry him
unduly as he stood in front the steel trough and undid his trousers, not
just the zip but the clasp as well. His idea was to open them and pull his
Guptha's International underpants below his balls so allowing his aching
erection to spring to attention and thus pee without any restriction. At
which point he would be in the perfect position to smother the long
suffering organ in restorative handcream.

The sight of Kelvin standing there and allowing his more than ample, angry
looking cock to spray pee vertically into the air was a sight that really
turned Byron on, not least since his tracksuit bottoms had now been around
his ankles for some time. Whilst he may not have worn underwear for sheer
convenience when actively cottaging in public toilets, that was not to say
that he didn't like it, quite the contrary in fact as he had always taken
an interest in what his clients wore. His fetish went back to school where
he had stolen innumerable items from the changing rooms to smell and
masturbate over, so the spectacle of Kelvin who's unfastened trousers were
now exposing his one-size-fits-all red striped Guptha's International
economy briefs had him very excited.

Urination completed, Kelvin began inspecting his glowing cock which quite
naturally entailed considerable manipulation of the foreskin to the point
where he became oblivious to his surroundings. Much thought would be
required as to where exactly he should apply the handcream, the logical and
most satisfying answer seemed to be to squirt a very large dollop over the
twitching head and gently massage any excess over the shaft so it would
also benefit from the beneficial healing qualities.

Watching from behind the cubicle door, for Byron it had now become an
extremely erotic sight, Kelvin was a teenager and offered a total contrast
to the usual public toilet clientele that he entertained. In the main they
were far older men who viewed Byron as a fat plaything, who for a small fee
really didn't seem to care what services he performed or received and
appeared almost proud that part of his allure was a total lack of personal
hygiene.

With his eyes tightly closed, having applied the requisite cream Kelvin was
already deeply engrossed in massaging it over his twitching genitalia
unaware that Byron was silently waddling forward, hand on cock and his
tracksuit trousers around his ankles. He stood beside Kelvin listening to
the very familiar noises as the hand so generously slicked with lotion
moved rapidly up and down the thick shaft as drips of lotion fell onto the
briefs below. Kelvin's original idea of a very simple massage to help his
sore cock had just been upgraded, he was now working towards a fully
fledged orgasm and using the wonderfully balmy, scented handcream as
lubricant.

Byron released his grip and looked at his hand where thanks to the sight of
Kelvin an excess of precum was already very much in evidence. Leaning over
he took a close look at Kelvin's very sturdy offering which in comparison
to his own desperately abused and misshapen offering appeared to be the
perfect specimen and Byron wanted it. He really wanted it, inside him!

"Look kid, don't just wank and waste all yer cum, yer can fuck me if you
wants right now!"

Kelvin carried on masturbating thinking the voice must have been in his
imagination, yet it didn't quite sound like either Bogbrush or even Luke
who had now joined in the well lubricated fantasy.

"Fuck," said Byron to himself, "he's away to the fucking fairies!"

A podgy, grubby, sweaty hand, sticky precum reached over and very
tentatively took hold of Kelvin's hand as it moved up and down.

"Fuck!" shrieked Kelvin and tried to move back, despite the slippery mix of
precum and lotion the hand somehow managed to keep it's hold as he opened
his eyes and looked wildly around.

"It's alright kid, I won't fucking hurt yer, I just wants to wank with
yer!"

"Fuck.. wot the fuck... who the fuck.. oh fuck! Fuck!" Kelvin's vocabulary
had always been limited and this encounter confirmed it. "Oh fuck!"

Convinced his heart had momentarily stopped yet was now beating so hard it
was going to explode he turned positively white with fright when he finally
focused on his short, fat assailant. The truth was that under no
circumstances could Byron ever appear menacing, let alone at that
particular moment standing next to Kelvin, clutching at his deformed
drooling cock with his trousers around his ankles. Not sure how to handle
the situation he simply grinned inanely to show that his yellow teeth
matched the yellow heads of the choice pustules that adorned most of his
face.

"It's alright kid, just fucking calm down."

"Who the fuck are yer... wot the fuck yer doing here?" reiterated Kelvin
trying to assert himself, which with a cock covered in scented handcream
was rather difficult.

"Look kid, I just come in for wank and saw yer fucking at it, so's I
thought we's could have a wank together like."

"Oh, fuck I dunno! Oh fuck!" Kelvin took a second look, there was
undoubtedly something about Byron's exposed drooping stomach and deformed
cock that appealed in a rather repulsive way. "Leggo me hand, I ain't gonna
fucking run off."

"Yer got a gert luvly nice gert cock," cooed Byron quite determined Kelvin
was not going to escape without offering some sort of favour, "look mine
ain't nowhere's as big or pretty as yer's is it?"

"Oh fuck! Nah it ain't!" exclaimed Kelvin somewhat too honestly, if
uncharitably on taking Byron at his word and peering down for a good
look. "Wot's that funny gert red knob thing at the end? Where's yer fucking
end bit gone?"

"Well it's me fucking knob end innit!" said Byron slightly annoyed at
having his cock insulted even though he had asked for it. "Well fucking go
on, get hold of it and give it a quick wank!"

"Cor fuck, yer ain't got no pants on!" added Kelvin looking up into Byron's
spotty face and totally missing the absurdity of the entire situation.

"Oh, ain't I's?"

 "Don't yer wear 'em, that's a bit nawty innit wot's yer mum say?" it was a
ridiculous comment. Byron looked at Kelvin's spunk stained red striped
Guptha's International briefs and decided maybe he was better off without
after all!

"Ah.. I forgot today." lied Byron convincingly, thinking just how
delightfully naive Kelvin was. "Look kid, never mind me fucking pants, just
give us a nice gert rub while yer's got that slippy wanking stuff on yer
hand!"

The temptation of handling a different cock was too much especially after
the previous evening with Luke, so grabbing hold of Byron's offering the
layer of handcream protected Kelvin from the revoltingly sticky feel of the
hot flesh.

"D'you wanna fuck me?" Byron repeated his earlier question after allowing
Kelvin to start a rhythm and quickly extract more than a blob or two or
precum.

"Wot?" Kelvin blushed, was it really true what he had heard about the way
two men fucked? Then again it must be, thoughts of Jason buggering him
reminded him it must be true. "Wot's mean?"

His innocence was obvious to Byron and he needed encouragement. "Yer knows
yer wanking me so well kid, almost fucking feels like when I does it to
meself!"

"Really?" it was a middle class reply if ever there was one. "Fuck! Do it
really?"

"Yeah, fucking really," Byron grinned, one hand behind his back running a
finger up and down his own sweaty crack, "don't y'see yer that yer so
fucking good at it I's reckons yer'd be fucking brilliant at screwing me."

"Wot, wot.. yer mean," stuttered Kelvin who was about to confirm how naive
he really was, "I puts me willy up yer bumhole?"

"Yeah, yer luvly gert willy," Byron nodded, adding to hopefully entrap
Kelvin, "`spect you done it a few times before at school or some place
ain't yer?"

"Ah.." now very flushed Kelvin looked away down to Byron's strange cock and
the vast amount of precum that was flowing from the truncated end and over
his hand to drip on the dirty floor.

"Well yer was gonna wank anyway and having a good fuck's a lot more fun
innit?" Byron smiled encouragingly this time displaying the full, crooked
assortment of yellow teeth and numerous latent fillings. "And, yer's still
hard and yer's still got all that fucking slippy wanking stuff on yer cock,
so yer all ready, yeah?"

"Uumm.. " Kelvin gulped, there seemed no way he could escape, yet did he
want to escape? The thought of going to school and telling Bogbrush he had
really fucked a strange boy in a strange public toilet would give him
tremendous street credibility!

"Let's get in there then," Byron spoke as he waddled smartly off towards
the open cubicle door, "I's lean against the wall and yer can give us a
gert good seeing too!"

Despite still not entirely sure what a good seeing too was or even if what
he was doing the right thing or even if he knew what to do. Kelvin followed
him inside very carefully holding his trousers up with his one clean hand
having miraculously, thus far managed to keep them stain free. Inside, in
the gloom Byron was already in position with his arms outstretched taking
the weight of his considerable body, his short fat legs slightly apart and
his very large bottom ready and waiting, yet had the entrance not been
obscured by so much fat it could almost have been seen pouting.

"Is yer's gonna finger us up a bit first or is yer gonna get `un straight
up?"

"Finger?" Kelvin nervously looked down at his cock, which considering the
unusual circumstances was surprisingly still hard. "Wot.. wot's
mean.. finger yer a bit?"

"That's a good joke innit... yer knows just wot I means," said Byron
enthusiastically hoping to keep the virgin Kelvin focused and not let him
escape, "just get a finger or two in and loosen me hole a bit, like yer do
to yerself at home, yer got yer lube stuff there ain't yer?"

"Oh, wot! Put me finger up yer bum?" Kelvin sounded horrified. "But.. is it
clean?"

"Wot! Is it clean!" exclaimed Byron in mock disbelief, now beginning to
think that to get the obviously very, very nervous Kelvin to perform was
not going to be quite that easy. "Course it's fucking clean kiddo, wot's
think I is some sorta dirty git!"

"Nah.. no.. course not!" mumbled Kelvin, not realising that whatever he
said could ever insult Byron, who was always desperate for anal activity no
matter how grim the circumstances, "I'll, uumm..  I'll put some stuff on me
finger then."

"Good, `cause I hopes they's clean an all!" Byron smiled to himself,
knowing he hadn't had a bath for well over a week and that matters were
considerably less than sanitary. "Uumm.. say maybe's a couple of fingers?"

"Oh, wot two?"

"Yeah, get yer first finger slippy then," Byron turned to see that Kelvin
was fiddling with the handcream, "hey, the why don't yer sorta press up
against me and get yer cock going up and down me crack while yer does that,
then when yer's ready yer's can get yer finger straight up like."

Tentatively, in fact very tentatively Kelvin lowered himself against Byron,
finding that his cock immediately found itself in the hot and unwashed
confines between the more than ample buttocks which being so ample almost
closed right over it. It wasn't at all as Kelvin had imagined it, for
whilst a new and very strange sensation it was nevertheless a most
enjoyable feeling, in fact very similar to lying on his spunk impregnated
revoltingly squishy cushion!

"Now, grab hold me buns and open and close 'em a bit, but keep yer cock
moving and get yer fucking finger in there as well!"

"Oh.."

It took Kelvin a few moments to translate the request, for it was a lot to
digest at once. However, he was soon groping and grappling with the clammy,
very flabby buttocks and judging by Byron's grunts was doing a very good
job. Although as yet he had not having quite summoned up the courage to
plunge his finger inside.

"D'yer wants me to, to keep doing it for a bit then... `cause I's thinks
I's might cum soon!" asked Kelvin not wishing to ruin his very first
coupling with an unfortunate case of premature ejaculation.

"Fuck, yeah! Why don't yer have a look at me hole if yer wants, while yer
get's yer fingers in," the mountain of sweaty flesh wobbled as Byron
giggled, "see if it's big enough for `em!"

Being too nervous Kelvin missed the joke, slowly he stood back and looked
down into the gloom of the crevasse formed between the two enormous white
spotty globes. Prising the wobbly flesh apart he peered closer, very
luckily he was unable to see very much and even luckier in that the sweet
smell of handcream blotted out the fairly toxic Aroma of Byron's Unwashed
Bum.

"I can't see much, it's a bit dark innit?"

"Well run yer finger up and down, yer'll soon find me hole again!"

"It's clean innit?"

"Just fucking said that didn't us, yer could eat yer dinner off it if yer
wanted! Now just fucking push it in!"

It was very lucky it was dark and that Kelvin couldn't see what he was
doing or he certainly wouldn't have done it! Yet, if he hadn't done it he
would never have known what he was missing for with little effort he pushed
the finger past the entrance, very quickly getting so carried away prodding
and poking when he inserted a third finger that even Byron had to call a
halt!

"Yer a dirty little sod, I can tell yer's done a gert load of bumming
`cause yer fucking good at it!"

"I's is?" Kelvin beamed at the praise.

"Yeah, yer fucking loving it ain't yer, so now get yer fucking gert cock up
there and with yer other hand reach round me and wank us off before I cums!
Be quick mind `cause I's can't hold on much longer."

Byron was genuinely excited, the thought of being rogered by a younger boy
instead of some much older hairy, overweight, balding hairy man had him
dribbling precum.  To Kelvin it was another world, his cock sliding in and
out, firmly gripped by Byron's extremely well rehearsed sphincter. Forcing
himself into the wobbly great buttocks at the end of each thrust, his arm
barely reached around the folds of Byron's ample stomach to grab at the
distorted head and once having taken hold he found Byron wasted no time in
starting to ejaculate. Understandably, the quivering sensation of Byron's
cock sending cascades of hot spunk over Kelvin's hand was more than enough
to cause him to begin ejaculating himself, not that either could have held
on for much longer anyway.

Like many things in life in less than a minute it was all over, as was
Byron's colossal discharge which now dripped from Kelvin hand and down onto
his red striped briefs below.

"Yer fucking good at that kiddo!" said Byron knowing one when he saw one.

"Am I? Oh fuck, is it always like that?" gasped Kelvin, his voice husky.

Inside Byron, Kelvin's cock glowed in pride. Not only that, for now it had
climaxed he realised on pulling it out of it's disgustingly slippery home
with a plopping sound that it still really hurt. In the darkness he was
unaware how awful he now looked having collected more than a splattering of
spunk and other collective anal detritus, he lent back against the wall
feeling elated yet exhausted both mentally and physically.

"Yeah, sometimes it's always like that." replied Byron hoping to entice
Kelvin back for second helping. He pulled his tracksuit trousers back up
ignoring the flow of semen dripping from his cock and bottom, he turned to
Kelvin. "Wot's yer name?"

"Kelvin, why?"

"Wanna do it again then Kelv, oh .. oh shit... but, not tomorrow `cause
I'll be busy with market day," he looked at Kelvin who was trying
unsuccessfully to examine his omnipresent erection in the gloom, "wot about
one day next week, us could meet yer again if yer wants?"

"Uumm.. yeah, I really wants too, but I's got school ain't I?"

"Oh, yer at school then?"

"Well course I is, I's got me fucking blazer ain't I?" he replied whilst
continuing to examine his mighty organ and retract the foreskin. "Oh fuck
it ... I think there's something got stuck under me end!"

"Be alright." said Byron quickly, experience having told him it could be
anything!

"Oh, so wot's yer name then?" said Kelvin giving up the inspection and
wiping his hand across his shirt.

"Byron."

"Wot sorta bleeding names that, I's never heard of that!"

"It's me fucking name innit? But yer could call us Dipstick if yer wants
when yer comes back!"

"Fuck! That sounds like a car outside!" exclaimed Kelvin immediately
pulling his trousers up and looking at the door. "I don't wanna be caught!
I gotta fucking go!"

"Well piss off quick then," said Byron totally unphased, already thinking
it might be a paying customer and he'd be ready lubricated if it was
anything more than a hand job, "well go on fuck off, I'll be
alright... hey, but when's I see yer again then?"

"I `spose.. could do Sunday morning maybe if it ain't too early like.. I
could bring me mate, he's got a big `un as well look, I gotta fucking go or
I's be late!" Kelvin's voice tailed off as he rushed out the door before
Byron could usefully reply. "About eleven or something, but I ain't sure if
us can, mind.. I'll try and let yer knows shall us?"

"Oh shit, fucking Sunday morning?" said Byron to himself, then after a few
moments thought. "Still.. if he brings his mate, but we'd need to find
somewhere proper, don't wanna be caught in here... where the fuck could us
go?"

"Uumm..." Kelvin made a dash for the door. "I's gotta fucking go!"

"Yer can always leave us note in this place, others do!" he called out as
Kelvin shot out the door.

It was only when outside in the sunshine that Kelvin realised what a state
he must have looked, especially the dark streaks of something disgusting
that were across the front of his once clean shirt. Inadvertently spreading
Byron's spunk all over his clothes in the rush to get out certainly hadn't
helped and he found himself having to walk very oddly. The inside his
briefs felt awash with semen, his cock slid around feeling very sore and
itchy as he walked, besides there really was something trapped under his
foreskin that felt like a brick! The only saving grace was that having his
new trousers pulled down for the entire debacle any extraneous fluids that
had fallen to earth had landed on the inside and so he hoped not be
visible.

Outside in the carpark a large white delivery van had appeared, walking
round from the drivers door heading for toilet was the driver, an older man
smoking a cigarette. Stopping on seeing Kelvin with his bulging trousers he
smiled as he looked him up and down, wondering if he had come out to greet
him.

"Hello kid, are you the one that me mate met when he was here the other
day? He said you were here looking for trade, but he didn't say you was all
dressed up like!"

"Wot?" Kelvin looked at him blankly. "The one wot?"

"Oh... sorry kid, must be my mistake!" he smiled and continued quickly
towards the toilet.

Kelvin looked behind to see him enter the toilet and then ran, he'd had
quite enough of public toilets for one morning!

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Chapter 10 to follow