Date: Tue, 18 Apr 2017 19:18:40 +0100
From: Robert Thomson <alanussr@gmail.com>
Subject: Paul's Adventure

Robert Thomson recounts a tale about two boys. It includes details of
sexual activity between them and another. Any reader resident in a
jurisdiction where such material is illegal, or who is likely to be
offended by it should leave this site at once. Remember, Nifty needs your
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Paul's Adventure

When I was nine years old my mum and dad split up and got divorced the same
year. Sure, I was upset by all that going on, but they explained it to me
and I knew there was nothing I could do to change the situation.  My dad
got married again only just under a year later.  My step-mum was Rosemary,
and she was OK.  Along with her came her son Paul. He had kind of ginger
hair, not real bright ginger, and a lot of freckles. That's how I got a
step-brother.  He was the same age as me but for one month.  Sharing a
bedroom, the two of us turned into good friends in next to no time, talking
about all kinds of stuff and going around together on our bikes.

With Paul and me sharing the bedroom, it wasn't long before we started
comparing our cocks.  I'd had my skin cut off when I was a baby. His was
different, with his skin still there.  When it was soft, the skin was right
over the end like a little spout but when he was getting hard, he didn't
even have to pull the skin back, it just gradually went back all by itself
as his cock got longer and started to swell. The head of his cock came
poking out, bright red at first, then going purple and really shiny, coming
to a sharp point. It was so different from how mine was, I loved seeing him
doing that.

I was quite proud of my cock. By the time I was 14, it was a little over 6"
long when really hard and I had quite a bit of hair round it. If I lay down
on my back and held it down, it came just past my belly-button. I used to
hope that my cock would grow thicker.  When it went hard, the head was big,
kind of like a mushroom.  I was secretly a bit envious of Paul, and I used
to watch him getting undressed before bed because his cock was so much
thicker than mine and when we got up in the morning, both of us had a
stiffy, kidding each other on about it.  When he was climbing into his
pyjamas or getting his clothes on, I had a good view of his big cock and
the way his balls were right up close under it, not like the way mine were,
hanging down most of the time.  Of course, I never let on to him that I was
looking.

When we were both about 14, we had a wank together.  Same as nearly all
boys, I'd found out how to do it and Paul was the same.  That time we did
it, we were in the bedroom with all our clothes off. We got hold of a big
towel and spread it on his bed.  Lying side by side on our backs, he was
doing it for me and I was doing the same for him.  Something like only 15
minutes later, both of us came off almost at the same time, a real mess.
It was on our fingers and all over our stomachs, squirting past our
belly-buttons. At school, we called it jizz, and there was that smell it
has, like nothing else.  Knowing what was going to happen, we had some
tissues handy, cleaning each other carefully, a bit out of breath. Still
naked, I went through to flush the dirty tissues down the lav. When I went
back, the two of had a laugh about what we'd done, then got pyjamas on and
into our beds, soon asleep. We never did that again.

Not long after that, Paul went as a boarder to a school not far from
Portsmouth. I think it was one of his uncles who paid for him to go
there. When he was away, I remember missing him.  Both of us had phones and
we often texted each other and sometimes spoke, usually late at night.  I
near enough always fell asleep with both hands on my balls, hoping they
were going to get bigger, and I used to wonder if Paul was doing the same
in his bed at school.

He'd only been away for a couple of months when he phoned me, saying he
wanted me to come to see him.  His school was pretty relaxed about letting
the boys go out on some Saturday afternoons, so I went there by bus and met
up with him one Saturday in Portsmouth. We went to a cafe and sat down at a
table at the back, getting some Cokes. I wanted to know what it was he
wanted to tell me so urgently, thinking that maybe he was in some kind of
trouble at school.  What he told me was a big surprise, and best for me to
tell it in his own words.

"Like this, Pete.  Just last week I was here in Portsmouth buying a couple
of books.  Before heading back to school I was desperate for a piss, so I
went to a public toilet, standing at one of the urinals. When I went in,
there was nobody else there, and I'd only just started to piss when in came
a sailor in uniform. There are lots of them round here all the time.  This
one came and stood at the urinal next to where I was. He undid his trousers
and began to piss.  While he was doing it he looked over down at me and
said, 'Nice cock you got there, mate! Have a look at mine'.  I couldn't
stop myself from looking over at his. It was pretty big, and he was working
it with his hand so it was getting hard. Then he said, 'You ever had yours
sucked?  If you like, I could do it for you. How about it?' Well, I'd heard
about sucking cocks, and I was dead curious to know how it would feel, so I
said OK, where?  He went, 'Good lad.  Bet you're going to love this.' He
nodded towards the cubicles, fastening his trousers. I did the same.

There was something like five or six cubicles.  At the far end, the last
but one had a notice saying 'CLOSED! OUT OF ORDER'.  The sailor made for
the last one and I followed him inside.  Once we were in and he'd bolted he
door, he faced me, putting his hands on my shoulders.  'How old are you,
mate?'  I was in my school uniform. I told him just over 15, which I was.
'OK, fine, my name's Patrick and I'm 18.  Ready?' I could feel my cock
getting stiff inside my underwear, and when he put a hand down there,
feeling it over my clothes, he grinned, took off his cap and put it on my
head. I got my school jacket off, hanging it on the back of the door and
the same for my tie, just leaving my shirt on. Now that I saw him with that
cap off, he had short fair hair and didn't look like he'd been very long in
the navy.

With not a word more, he undid his sailor's trousers and pulled them down
along with what he had on underneath, which was like loose blue boxers, and
sat down on the lav lid. I was still standing there facing him, feeling
nervous, not sure what was going to happen next.  Pulling me closer, he
undid my trousers, letting them fall all the way down round my ankles. He
wanted me to put my hands on his shoulders and to keep my eyes on his face,
so I did that.  My underwear was white Y-fronts, same as we all had at
school and by the time my trousers were round my ankles, the Ys were
sticking way out from my hard cock inside. When he pulled the Y-fronts
down, he had to ease them over my cock and it like sprang straight up once
it was free of them.

I reckon he was surprised to see how big it was, but he didn't say
anything, just started to stroke my balls with one hand and wank me very
slowly with his other one. By that time my cock was so stiff it was
hurting. When he licked the head of it, that felt amazing.  I was shivering
with excitement.  It was even better when he drew my cock all the way into
his mouth and began sucking it properly. I just had to put both my hands on
his head, like I wanted him to take more of me into his mouth.  Being
sucked like that was better than any wank I ever had, that's the truth.  He
didn't let up, just kept on like that, and he was wanking himself all the
time he was sucking me.  His cock looked same as mine, the skin still
there, and it was pretty thick, with a lot of curly fair hair round it and
on his balls.

It felt so good; I've no idea how long he was sucking me and I just wanted
him to go on with it. All I knew was that I could feel myself getting ever
closer to the finish and a few moments later I felt my jizz welling up and
thinking that he would stop sucking. But no, he went on sucking, swallowing
it down.  My knees were trembling and these lovely shudders were going all
through me.

While he was still sucking & swallowing, his own jizz came, shooting right
out in big white streaks. I was gasping, doing my best to keep from making
a noise, and I thought his had only shot across the floor.  Right enough,
most of it was there.  He wanted me to wipe his cock for him, so I got some
lav paper and wiped it very gently.  He'd sucked every last drop of my
jizz, and when he'd finished, he drew my skin all the way forward again,
like he knew just how to do it.

Once both of us had got our breath back, Patrick said to me, 'Well, how was
that? Nice?'  I told him it was great, saying thanks. He laughed quietly
'My pleasure. That's a great cock you have on you' and he took his cap off
my head and we both got our things back on. That was when I found that at
least one spurt of his jizz had landed in my Y-Fronts when they were down
round my ankles.  I didn't let on, just pulled them back up.

With my school blazer & my tie on again, getting ready to sneak out of the
cubicle, we listened for a few minutes to make sure no one would see us two
leaving together. It sounded like there was nobody there, but when we came
out, there was someone.  It was a boy, maybe just a bit younger than me. He
was standing well back from one of the urinals, definitely having a
wank. We could see his hard cock in his fingers, and what's more, he didn't
stop, just went on with it, giving us a sly sideways grin as we went past
on our way out'.

I said, "Paul, you lucky bugger.  Did you ever see that sailor again?  And
what about your messed-up Y-fronts?"  "No, never saw him again. It was just
a lucky chance, and I promise, getting my cock sucked was fantastic, can't
tell you how good it was.  All the way back to school, I felt real sticky
where his jizz had landed in there, totally disgusting's the word.  Once
back, I got them off and had a shower as soon as I could, and I washed the
Y-Fronts out right after that". That was my step-brother's adventure. (End)