This is a fictitious narrative. The characters and events are inventions. This chapter includes depictions of sex between boys (boys with adults feature in other chapters). If you are not permitted to read such material, or if it is likely to offend, then you should proceed no further.

FUN WITH JAMIE AND FRIENDS

PART THREE

Joe was rifling through his older brothers record collection looking for Cream's Wheel of Fire album. He wanted to impress his friends when they arrived and playing the recent album – and pretending he was into the heavy sound – would, he hoped, do the trick. If his brother knew, he'd likely punch his younger brother so it was good to know that he was away for the night at his girlfriend's place.

Joe's parents were also out for the evening, drinking at The Rose & Crown as usual, and wouldn't be home until well after last orders. From now and for the next few hours he and his friends would have the house to themselves. He lived in a large house, grand in comparison to most of the homes in Cumberley which were either terraced houses or tower block flats. He went into the sitting room and put the album on his dad's precious stereogram, setting it to play.

Chaz was the first to arrive. He had visited Joe's enough times to know he could simply let himself in by the back door. He met Joe in the kitchen.

Joe greeted his friend, “Hi, want a Corona? We've got red or orange?”

“Red, please,” Chaz replied and watched as his friend poured a tumbler full of the sweet, fizzy drink.

They went through to the sitting room and Chaz flumped into an armchair. A knock on the front door signalled the arrival of the other guests. Joe opened the door and saw the smiling faces of Jamie and Danny standing there.

“Come in,” said Joe, letting them in to the hallway. “Chaz is in the sitting room. D'you want red or orange Corona?” he continued, the proper little host.

The quartet were soon making themselves comfortable in the sitting room.

“What's this shit?” Danny said, passing his judgement upon the finer points of Cream in an instant.

“Don't you like it, then?” said Joe.

“Nah, ain't you got any Rolling Stones?”

“I'd rather watch TV,” suggested Chaz.

Joe switched on the television. His family was one of the first in the neighbourhood to have acquired a colour television and, whilst a good deal of the programmes were still in black and white, it was very much a novelty. He flicked through the channels to find something in colour to show off to the others. The boys watched for a while but, with only three channels to choose from, it was hardly surprising that none of the programmes appealed.

“Let's do summat else,” Jamie suggested.

“Like what? You don't wanna listen to music, you don't wanna watch telly,” moaned Joe.

Chaz offered a suggestion,“We could play a game or something.”

“Cards?” said Danny.

“Nah, summat else,” said Chaz. “How about Murder in the Dark?”

“That's for kids!” Danny said.

“No, it ain't,” rebuffed Chaz. “Anyone can play it.”

“What are the rules, then?” asked Joe.

Chaz explained, “It's like hide-and-seek but in the dar.”

Jamie agreed to the idea, “Can we hide anywhere?”

“Let me think,” replied Joe. “Obviously not in the bedrooms, except mine, otherwise I reckon you can go anywhere you like in the house.”

Joe sorted four cards from a pack and told the others to follow him into the kitchen which, they decided, would be the starting point. “Whoever gets the Queen of Spades is the murderer,” he explained, fanning out the four cards face down. “But keep it a secret and don't show anyone else your card.”

Danny drew the queen and tried not to look too smug in doing so. “Now what?” he asked, excited to begin.

“We'll go off at one minute intervals in alphabetical order to give everyone a bit of time to hide,” suggested Chaz.

“But how do we time a minute in the dark?” asked Jamie.

“I dunno,” said Chaz, “Count to a hundred or summat!”

The kitchen light was switched off meaning the whole house was now in darkness. Chaz went first. He had decided he would hide under the table in the dining room and he crept there as quietly as he could. After a while, Danny set off. He decided to lurk behind the settee in the sitting room and set about his 'murdering' spree once he knew everyone had had a reasonable chance to hide. Jamie went off next, creeping up the staircase so as not to make it creak, and finally Joe set off, heading upstairs like Jamie.

Joe's bedroom was to the rear of the house. As there was no invading streetlight it was very dark. Jamie was already hiding under the bed when Joe crept in. Judging by the sounds, Jamie guessed his friend hadn't gone far and was probably hiding behind the door.

Downstairs, Danny crept from behind the settee on all fours. He didn't think anyone had followed him into the sitting room but he though he had better check it out anyway. He moved around the furniture methodically, banging his head on unfamiliar items of furniture, until he was sure no-one else was there and then he made his way into the hallway. There was a cupboard under the stairs and a downstairs loo to check next.

Upstairs, Jamie decided it might be fun to spook out Joe by joining him in his hiding place. He slid from under the bed and tiptoed to the doorway. He was right, Joe was hiding there! Jamie reached out in the darkness and touched Joe on the shoulder.

“Fuck, who's that?” a startled Joe whispered.

“It's me,” whispered Jamie.

“Jamie?” asked Joe. Even with their whispering he had recognised Jamie's voice.

“Yeah.”

“Are you the murderer?”

“Keep your voice down. No, I ain't. I reckon it's Chaz.”

“Where were you hiding?”

“Over there,” Jamie muttered. “I thought it would be funny to hide together so I moved.”

“There ain't much room here,” whispered Joe.

“Budge up then,” said Jamie, moving closer and tucking himself right up close behind Joe.

Downstairs, Danny had completed his sweep of the hallway without finding anyone to 'murder'. This left only the dining room to check and so he headed there next. There was a crash as he stumbled on the telephone table. The sound travelled throughout the house, alerting the boys that somebody was on the move somewhere.

Upstairs, Jamie was breathing down Joe's neck. He could smell the boy's hair, a scent of apple from the shampoo. He moved closer, his groin pushed against Joe's rear. He wasn't sure why but he wanted to touch the boy. His arms slid around Joe's frame until he was almost hugging him.

“What are you doing?” whispered Joe, surprised.

“Shhh!” Jamie hissed. “I'm just squeezing closer, that's all.”

Jamie's hands slinked closer and closer to Joe's groin.

“Get off!” Joe almost spat.

“Shhh! He'll hear us,” Jamie whispered directly into Joe's ear. “I reckon he's somewhere upstairs already.”

Joe stood there frozen. Being this close to Jamie felt weird, wrong even. Yet it also felt exciting and by the time Jamie's fingers had found it there was a stiff bulge in the front of his trousers. Jamie squeezed and prodded at the little bulge, making the boy even more hard. Joe could feel Jamie's hardness against his bottom and pushed back into it.

A overly dramatic scream from downstairs signalled that Chaz had been discovered and summarily 'murdered' by Danny. Joe and Jamie ignored it, the excitement of one game had now given way to the thrill of another. Jamie's fingers popped the button at the top of Joe's trousers and wormed their way within, slipping down inside his briefs. Jamie felt the smoothness and the hotness of Joe's pubis and then discovered the boy's two-inch erection demanding attention. Jamie brought both hands into play and fondled Joe seductively making the younger boy sigh. He loved the feel of it, the soft pliable skin covering a solid, ungiving stiffness.

Jamie and Joe would have happily stood like this all evening but for the sound of Danny's footsteps creeping along the landing beyond. Jamie reluctantly removed his hands from Joe's little stiffy and they both stood as still as they could as Danny crept into the bedroom.

Danny found Joe quite quickly, “Murder!” he whispered in as sinister a voice as he could could manage.

“Arrgghhh!” yelled Joe, in playful response, stumbling into the centre of the bedroom and dramatically keeling over on the carpet.

Seconds later, and much to Danny's surprise, his outstretched arms discovered Jamie.

“You're dead!” Danny announced. “That's it, I got you all!”

Joe stood up and found the light switch, flicking it on a momentarily blinding all of them.

“Why did you hide in the same place, for fuck's sake?” Danny asked.

“Dunno,” replied Jamie. “We reckoned it would be fun, I s'pose.”

“Yeah, it was lots of fun, weren't it!” Joe added, giving Jamie a sly wink.

“Let's go downstairs and find Chaz,” said Danny.

They headed off together and found Chaz just where he'd been 'murdered', lying under the dining room table.

“That was ace!” said Joe. “Can we play it again?”

“I thought you said you 'ad crisps!” Chaz said, sitting up. “I've been lyin' here dead for hours and I'm bloody starvin'!”

The promise of crisps (known as chips in the US) led the boys into the kitchen where they sat munching and chatting over refills of fizzy Corona.

At one point, Chaz farted aloud. “And with that,” he said amid the protests and giggles of the others, “I bid you goodnight!”

“You goin' already?” Danny asked.

“Yeah, me mam said I 'ad to be home by half eight an' it's nearly that now,” Chaz replied.

He left as he'd arrived through the back door. “See ya Monday!” the boys chorused.

Joe turned to the others, “What time have you gotta go?” he asked.

“No 'urry,” Jamie replied.

“Reckon we can stay 'til nine at least!” Danny added, tipping the remainder of the crisp packet and drinking the lasts of the crumbs.

“Let's see what's on the box,” Joe suggested. He led them back to the sitting room and switched the television on once more.

They squeezed side by side on the small settee with Joe in the middle and waited for the television to warm up. The best they could find was a light entertainment show. They happily watched a magic act but as soon as the cheesy crooners reappeared their interest waned.

“Boring!” moaned Danny.

“Now what?” asked Joe.

Jamie decided to be bold and just come out with it. “How's about we 'ave a wanking contest?!”

“No way!” Joe complained. He knew full well that he was the only one of the three without pubes and likely he would be the only one who couldn't make spunk.

“I will,” Danny announced.

“I won't!” said Joe, determined.

Jamie and Danny quickly wriggled out of their trousers and underpants, just far enough that their genitals were visible. A few squeezes and strokes had them fully hard (how is it that boys react with such immediacy?!). With a finger and thumb held at the base they waggled their cocks provocatively. Joe gulped as his eyes went from Danny's three stiff inches to Jamie's four and back again.

“How about you let me feel you up?” suggested Jamie. He nearly added 'again' but decided he wouldn't tell Danny about earlier. He could see that Joe was also erect from the little bulge probing forward inside his trousers.

Jamie and Danny began to wank, each using their free hand to fondle Joe. They soon had their fingers inside his underpants and, before he knew it, Joe's little dickie was in full view, two inches of boyflesh bobbing everytime one of the others touched it.

Joe's reticence had vanished as he eyed the other boys' cocks enviously.

“Yours are so big!” he oohed.

“Only 'cos we're older,” said Danny. “You'll catch up soon.”

“You can touch mine, if you like,” said Jamie. It was more an order than suggestion.

Joe gripped Jamie's shaft, comparing it to his own.

“Hey, what about me?” laughed Danny.

Joe reached his other arm out towards Danny and began to slowly wank each of the older boys. They responded by stretching their legs forward and lying back on the settee, giving Joe even better access. They also returned the favour, each moving a hand to Joe's little cock. As one fondled the knob the other toyed with Joe's balls, tiny nuggets in a dainty, pink scrotum. For a while they didn't speak, concentrating on their own pleasure as a hand other than their own stimulated their genitals.

Then, quite unexpectedly, Joe's body stiffened and he whimpered, “Its here...!” He flapped his legs, knocking his knees together like some kind of curious dance and shuddered to an ecstatic dry-cum.

“That was incredible,” he said, once his panting had ceased. “It's always better when someone else does you!”

He'd let the cat out of the bag. “Someone else?” asked Jamie. “Who might that be?”

“Chaz, I bet!” said Danny.

“Anyone else?” Jamie persevered.

“Maybe I'll tell ya sometime,” Joe teased. “Now, which of you is ready to jizz?”

“Me, I reckon,” said Jamie, who was certainly close.

They shuffled positions on the settee so that Jamie was now in the middle. Danny kept his own erection busy 'edging'. Although he had never discovered the word he knew the technique well enough. His free hand tugged on Jamie's heavy balls leaving Joe to work the shaft.

“Oh, fuck!” groaned Jamie soon after. Joe slowed his pace, pulling the skin right back so that to go any further would have been painful. Danny and Joe were thrilled by the sight of Jamie shooting his milky jizz. The initial jet spat several inches before landing on the boy's belly. Two or three smaller pulses trickled down Joe's fingers and into Jamie's wispy pubes.

“Wow! You jizz loads, don't ya!” Joe said, as Jamie attempted to clean up the gunk with a handkerchief.

Danny moved into the middle and Joe went to work as before. Jamie didn't join them on the settee. A sudden impulse came to him and instead he knelt on the floor beside them. Before Joe realised, Jamie was sucking and licking his two-incher which hadn't lost any of its stiffness. Joe was so distracted by this that he stopped wanking Danny who simply took over the task himself.

Danny's cum quickly followed, dribbles of clear fluid gathering at the tip of his foreskin and making a pool that he gathered between finger and thumb.

Joe's second dry-cum was even more explosive than the first. He buckled and squirmed so much that Jamie struggled to keep his mouth around the tiny, throbbing organ.

For a few minutes, the boys sat side by side relaxing, with their flagging cocklets drained of boyish goodness. At last, Jamie spoke.

“So, Joe, who else have ya wanked with?”

“Apart from Chaz!” Danny added.

“Okay, okay,” said Joe, “Yes, I've done it with Chaz.”

“And?”

“And with my cousin and with Matty and with some boys from my school who you don't know!”

“Bloody 'ell!” Danny giggled. “You're sex mad, I reckon!”

“You mean Matty Chubb?” asked Jamie. Matty was another twelve-year-old from the rugby training sessions.

“Yeah,” admitted Joe.

“D'you reckon he'd be up for a go with me and Danny sometime?”

“Yeah, probably. I can ask him, if ya like!”

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