Date: Thu, 19 Jan 2012 12:02:36 +0000 (GMT)
From: penny cox <pennycox694@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Saturday Card School

It was Saturday afternoon, and I arrived at Bills flat for our regular card
game. As usual there were 5 of us sitting around the table, all single men
of varying ages from 30's to late 60's. As we chatted, Bill went to answer
the door, and came back in with a youing lad. "This is Simon, my neighbours
son from next door.  He's wanted to come in and see our game for ages" said
Bill. Simon looked at all of us and whispered "Hello" "Sorry Simon" said
Bill "there a no more chairs, you'll have to sit on a knee. You choose one"

Simon walked round untill Fred next to me said "Here Simon, sit on my
knee". Fred pulled back his chair, parted his knees and Simon wiggled
inbetween them and sat down.

The cards were dealt round and the game began. I glanced round at Simon,
sitting, half facing me on Freds knee. He was dressed in his favourite
football teams strip, a very silky red material for shirt and shorts. He
was holding Freds cards in one hand, and the other was resting on Freds
thigh. Fred was taking cards with one hand, but I wasn't sure where his
other hand was. It looked like it was cupped around Simons bottom, but they
both seemed happy, with Fred whispering into Simons ear, and Simon
giggling.

As the game went on, I saw Simons' hand slide across the front of Freds
trousers. No-one else could see this, and as I glanced over, Simon saw me
looking, and gave me a big smile.

I glanced down again, and saw that Simon had his hand cupped over the front
of Freds trousers, and was squeezing him gently. Fred let out a soft moan
as he put a card down. "Is Simon being a good boy Fred"? Bill asked. Fred
nodded and the game went on. I "accidentally" dropped one of my cards, to
my right, put my cards face down on the table, while I lowered myself in
between Fred and myself to pick up the card on the floor. With my head
level with Freds thigh, I could see Simons' hand massaging Freds bulge. It
was happening only inches from my face. I sat up and carried on playing,
but could feel my cock stiffening in my pants. A few moments later, I heard
a familiar sound, and again glanced down into Freds lap. Simon was slowly
unzipping Feds fly, and slipping his hand inside the opening. There was
another soft moan from Fred, and I noticed a movement inside Freds
trousers. I looked like Simon was playing with Freds cock, and soon grew to
openly wanking him off at the table, but with Freds' cock still in his
trousers.

We had just started the last game before a coffee break. I saw a movement
out of the corner of my eye, and glanced round. Wow, Freds' cock was out in
the open and Simon was openly wanking him off right in front of me. I tried
not to look, but I kept on glancing down, and a few seconds later there was
another soft moan from Fred, followed by 4 or 5 big spurts of cum, erupting
from Freds cock. Simon quickly grabbed a corner of the table cloth and
wrapped it around Freds cock, finishing him off into the cloth. In seconds,
Freds cock had been carefully put away and his zip done up. "Now Simon"
Bill said "Don't hog Fred all afternoon. Make sure you move around the
table, won't you"? "Yes Bill" Simon said softly, then turning to me,
whispered in my ear "I'm just going for a pee" and then even more softly
"and to take my underpants off. back in a minute" I nodded and he was gone.
"How was that Fred"? Bill asked quietly. "It was lovely Bill. You've got a
good boy there" "Your turn next" said Bill, looking at me.

Coffee was served around the table, and we all chatted very politely. The
door opened and Simon came back in, dressed the same as before, but only I
knew different. He walked around the table to me, and stood beside me as I
pulled back my chair and opened my legs. He shuffled in between my legs and
sat on my right thigh. The cards were dealt and Simon picked my hand up,
sorted them and held them in his right hand for us to see. I slipped my
right hand around Simons bottom and held it there. He didn't object, so I
began to rub and fondle him. I couldn't find any outline of underwear. The
game began, and Simon leant over and whispered very softly in my ear "I
said I'd take my pants off for you, and I have", and then he kissed me
briefly on the cheek, before sitting up. "I didn't get a kiss" Fred blurted
out. "It must be Peters' lucky day" Bill said winking at me. As the game
went on, I kept my hand moving across Simons bottom cheeks. The warmth of
his bottom was coming throught the thin material, and I eased my hand a
little further round onto his hip. At the end of that game, and as Bill was
collecting the cards, Simon took my left hand and placed it over the front
of his shorts, and held it there. As I closed my hand over him, he
whispered in my ear almost silently "It's school holidays next week and
I'll be alone all day. Can you come round"? As I nodded, the cards had been
dealt, and Simon picked them up with both hands, sorted them and then held
them. I didn't want to take my hand off his little bulge, but soon realised
that I didn't need to as he was now playing our hand, and my hands were
free.

As Simon played our hand, I tried to wriggle the chair a little further
under the table, and succeeded, enough to allow the table cloth to cover
the front of Simons shorts. With this done, I tried to ease my hand left
hand down under the waistband of the shorts, whilst slipping my right hand
down the back of them. Simon knew what I was up to, and lifted his bottom a
little, so that my hand could slide under his bare bottom, with my middle
finger bent, searching for his puckered opening. As Simon felt my finger
find it's goal, he sat firmly down again, pushing my middle finger inside
him. At the same time the fingers of my left hand were wrapping themselves
around his boy-cock, and playing with it. Simon began wriggling back and
forth on my finger. I saw Fred looking down, enjoying it. This time Fred
"accidentally" dropped a card, and bent down to retrieve it. With one knee
on the floor, Fred began tugging at the waistband of Simons' shorts, under
the tablecloth. Simon lifted his bottom again, and the shorts moved quickly
down, ending up around his ankles.

"Thankyou" I mouthed to Fred, as my left hand started to wank Simons nice
stiff little cock. Bill lifted the tablecloth and ducked down to have a
look under the table, then one by one they all did. All I could see was 4
shoulders, as my playing partners were watching us. While no-one was
watching above the table, Simon lifted my chin and placed a kiss on my
lips. Several kisses later I felt his tongue, looking for mine. He sucked
it into his mouth, and I began to wish it was my cock. I felt Simon
wriggling more urgently, then heard gasps from under the table. Simon
whispered "I'm cuming" and planted a big kiss on my lips My left hand
became all beautifully slippery with his cum, but I kept on wanking him for
a while. One by one, the players began to sit upright. "Was that nice
Simon"? Bill asked. "Oh yes" sighed Simon.

There was another break and Simon moved to a different knee, and another,
then finally Bill.

Five o'clock came all to soon, and then the game broke up. Simon went into
the toilet, and I followed him in. As we kissed, there was knocking on the
door with "You can't have him all to yourself". "Oh yes you can" Simon
whispered." Knock my door Monday morning, around 10.00, and I'll be all
yours"

End of Part One