Date: Fri, 8 Oct 2010 21:12:52 +0100 From: Robbie Robot Subject: THE ROCKER PART 5 The Rocker Part Five Copyright Van T Z Boi 2010 (The usual disclaimers apply, no part of this story may be reproduced anywhere without the owners permission. Thanks to all of you who written to me, I hope to start posting on other stories soon, again if you have invited me to social sites please note my limited internet time does not allow time for such contact but that you for thinking of me. As ever it is always good to hear comments but if you do write please bear with me as to when I may be able to reply. Van T Z Boi.) His tongue ran down my spine, down into my bum crack and then I felt him lick my arsehole. I felt my body respond and went through the hot and cold sensations as once again waves of new pleasure course through, over and around me. I had no idea that such a gentle touch could have such a outstanding effect and soon I was trembling and shaking and quivering with new emotions and feelings. My teen cock was so hard and pulsing it was almost painful. His tongue was working all around my opening, working the wrinkled skin into a frenzy of heated sensations and then I gasped loud as I felt his tongue tip slip inside me for the very first time. I juddered and cried out again as his tongue worked itself just inside my hole, the nerves shrieking the pleasure that such a extraordinary touch produced. "Like that," he whispered and I moaned my approval. Now I felt his finger play across my now wet and dripping rosebud, again my thrills shot up and around and inside me. Without even knowing why my body relaxed and when his finger slid inside and stroked my inner canal I yelped with delight. "Thought so," Ted said and I knew he was smiling as he spoke. His finger inched forward, I felt its gentle touch and then his other hand stroked my balls, the joint sensation was almost overwhelming and I knelt there not knowing what was really happening and not knowing what was going on; all I knew was that my body was on fire and I did not want this fire to go out ever. I hit a new plateau of pleasure and then the electric charge hit my body when the finger touched something inside of me. I saw stars and shapes and heard colours and then my knees buckled, my heart broke into a gallop and my cock exploded as I shot and pulsed my seed all over the mat. I collapsed down on the wet splashes and Ted followed me down kissing and caressing me. I lay gasping and throbbing on the damp mat feeling his hot body on top of me and I turned around and sought his cock. I sank down on his hard prong, it was leaking copiously and I sucked the sweetness down swallowing his essence. On a high it tasted like never before and I sucked even harder and then the tip of his cock was at my throat, in my heightened sexual state there was no gagging reflex at all. His cock just slipped naturally into my throat and I recall breathing hard through my nose as I bobbed my head back and forth. It only lasted a few minutes and then his cock expanded, all through the head and down the shaft as he pumped his love right into my throat, his seed falling down my inner tube into my stomach. As he groaned and writhed I felt his cock pulse and throb as blob after blob of his seed fell into me and then he eased backwards and pulled my head to his so me could kiss lustily, longingly, lovingly with sweet abandon. We lay still holding each other as our minds and bodies came back down to earth. "Love you loverboy," he whispered into my ear. I felt a surge of joy burst within me, 'love, I thought, love, he loves me,' and it did not feel strange or odd that a man loved me. All too soon the moment passed. "Come on," he said softly, "time to go," he must have seen my sadness and he added, "don't worry this will become our special place," and this gave me the lift I now desperately wanted. We tidied up, the candle was extinguished, the mat rolled up and put back and the hardboard put back in place. Now we worked our way through the hall turning off all the lights and securing the place. At the exit I watched him dress and began to reach for my clothes. "No," he said thickly, "just your shoes and the jacket." I did not care about consequences. I stood there as requested and followed him out of the hall walking naked apart from my shoes and the jacket. The air was cool on my body but not cold. He tucked my shorts and shirt in the pillion and I climbed up behind him, his body felt warm and comforting, even the leather of the pillion seat soon warmed to my touch. He drove off and I giggled as I realised I was nearly naked under the jacket, only the large leather garment hid my nude body from the people we passed by and it amused me no end as we drove past those unknowing strangers. The vicarage was quiet, no lights showed. I sat on the biked as Ted trotted to the door and slid the keys through the letter box. I could even hear them as they dropped into the metal box which I knew was screwed to the door above the noise of the idling bike. We drove off slowly and made our way to Ma Parker's house. Here I carefully followed Ted into the house and up to the bathroom where he gently washed me as I did him. I knew I wanted more as I felt he did but once I was dried there was just a soft kiss and then he helped me dress. I held him tight and he comforted me. "Tomorrow," he said and there was promise in that word. I followed him to his room he grinned, "One moment," he disappeared inside whilst I waited outside. He returned with two white walled tyres and I gasped as he held them out. "Thanks," I said grabbing them but he held onto them. "Remember what I said about your schoolwork," he said, "you can have these at the weekend but only if your work improves." I let go and nodded and resolved to myself that I would what I could to show Ted that I wanted to improve for him. At home father and mother were sitting listening to the radio. "Bed," said my mother and I shot upstairs. Back down in my pyjamas and dressing gown I shared a mug of cocoa with Ted as he bemused my father about what was needed for the church hall, then my mother made it clear it was well past my bedtime. "Goodnight," I said shooting Ted a look that said, 'come up with me and say a proper goodnight,' but it fell on deaf eyes. "See you tomorrow Dan," smiled Ted and winked and I felt goosebumps run up and down my spine, 'there was that tomorrow word again,' I felt the lift of strange promise. I slid into bed and despite the nights events I was soon fast asleep. School the next morning was strange, I kept seeing fresh colours and then as I stepped into the playground I heard my name called. "Dan!" I heard the shout, I looked around, it was Mark. "Hi," he said coming close and there were none of his usual crowd with him. "Hi," I said back a bit puzzled but slightly elated that a senior was talking to me. "About last night," he said. "That's okay," I grinned, "Ted says he's happy to take you for a longer ride if you want." Mark's eyes gleamed as I said that but then he lowered his voice, "Thanks about that," he said and added, "but it was about the other thing." "Other thing?" I was really puzzled now. "The hardon I got," Mark whispered and his face went bright red. "Oh that," I was dismissive. "You, er, well you," he stuttered and blushed brighter crimson, "you won't mention it to anyone will you," he stopped and held my arm. I had to stop myself from laughing as I caught on that this was important for him. "Nah," I spoke softly, "its nothing much to talk about," he gave me an odd look and I leaned close and whispered, "Ted says when he takes you out next to leave your knickers off," I grinned and said a little louder, "makes it easier to ride the pillion." Mark gave me another odd look, "Oh," he said in a small voice and then he nodded his head, "Okay," he said, "tell Ted I'll be ready." I gazed at him and understood somehow that Ted had now got some sort of hold over him too. "I'll let him know," I said and as I said it I felt not one stroke of jealousy at all. Later on I had PE and as I undressed I became aware of the difference in my classmates bodies. Up till now I had not noticed them in that way, PE was a pain to get through. You quickly undressed, donned your shorts, vest and plimsolls and lined up ready to hit they gym hoping the hard gang did not pick on you and pull your shorts down which was the normal run of the day. The school rule was no underwear so if your shorts were yanked down your cock and balls would flop out on display and the hard gang would make your life a misery if you too reacted badly. It was better to just laugh and pull your shorts off and ignore any taunts. Today however I found myself taking a interest in the bodies of my classmates, noting the different sizes of cocks and balls and those that had and did not have hair in strange places. I saw that Terry my mate was less developed than I was, his cocklet was still a slim tube about three inches long and his balls hung down but there was not any hair on his groin. Other boys had hair, some more than me, most less and the cock sizes ranged from tiny stubs to a thick heavy looking four inch sausage that sprung from Jack Hedges, one of the hard boys. I remember wondering how all those cocks would look like if they were stiff and to my concern felt myself begin to rise and thicken. Quickly I pulled up my shorts, the white cotton confined my treasure and I left my sports vest hanging down over my shorts as an extra cover, keeping an eye out for Bogbreath as we called the sportsmaster, Mr Lockhead as he was properly known. He had a loud bullying voice and his breath stank sourly of cigarettes and he was a stickler for making sure we were properly dressed for PE or games or whatever. I struck lucky as some other poor sod was bawled out by him which gave me fair warning he was on the prowl and his voice had the effect of making my cock slip back down, so I could now quickly stuff my vest inside my shorts and avoid his ire. After PE came the walk along shower where we washed as we walked down the spraying showerheads that spouted the steamy hot water. We walked as there were not enough separate shower heads for us to stand and wash under; classes being so large then; Bogbreath had worked out some time in the past that if you made the boys wash as they walked along, they did not waste time and would rush through the shower process. I stripped hurriedly, grabbed my soap and towel and headed for the dreaded shower line up. Bogbreath stood at the entrance to the shower room making sure we were all washed and clean as we left and also making sure everyone went under the water and that there were no traces of soap, otherwise you went back to the end of the line and did it all again. It was okay to wash with the steamy warm water but having to walk along keeping the soap out of your eyes was a pain and it was not uncommon for boys to stumble and brush against each other, but in the melee such contact was mostly ignored. Once you had passed Bogbreath's inspection then you grabbed your towel from the pile and drying yourself you returned to your place in the locker room to finish drying off and get dressed. It was always an ordered routine and once dressed you stood by the door, no one was allowed to leave until everyone was dried, dressed in proper uniform with hair combed, the last part was easy as short back and sides was the order of the day, so a quick slick back with your hands would satisfy to get your hair in place, although some boys would try and comb their meagre hairs into approved side and middle partings, but I was not one of the vain ones. Today however I found myself comparing my classmates bodies, noticing how they looked under the shower and wondering as I saw their respective cocks what they would look like hard and if some of the boys could make sperms like I could. Ted had explained it all to me and I basked in my superior knowledge that the guys with hair could probably do it but did they all know how to. Naturally my own cock now started to grow and it was when Terry looked at me and grinned that I realised it was really starting to stand up. He giggled, "Your on the bonk," he laughed. I blushed and covered up the growing lump with my towel but Terry was inquisitive, "Go on," he whispered, "lets see, it looks so much bigger than mine." I looked at him, "What are you on about?" I said quietly wondering what was going on. Terry blushed, I saw his nipples change colour and get sort of pointy, "My cousin Ronnie showed me his during the holidays," he whispered back, "he's gone hairy like you and in the morning I saw the lump in his pyjamas, I share his bed when we stay with him on holiday. So I asked him what it was and he showed me. It was so big and stood straight up, I'd never seen anything like it." Terry giggled and blushed, "it made mine stick up to, it felt funny," he looked at me, "yours looks even bigger than his. Go on lets see." I looked around, I was nervous and yet excited and Terry's words had made me even harder and as Ted was so proud of my cock I was happy almost anxious to show it off too. I raised the towel so that only Terry could see. "Wow," he sighed, "its is bigger than Ronnie's." I felt good and real proud, "Can he make sperms to?" I asked. Terry looked at me, "What's sperms?" he asked puzzled. It was clear that Terry was as much in the dark as I had been before Ted explained everything. Bogbreath however was now hustling us all to get finished. "I'lll tell you later," I replied an we got on with dressing. I now had to pee so once dressed I headed for the bogs which is what we called the toilets. As I was standing there at the long urinal tray a boy came and stood beside me and I mean beside me, normally you stood well apart in the bogs but Sam Leach was standing close as I pissed in the long steel urinal tray. "I heard you," he whispered leaning in close to me. "Huh?" I was lost in the act of relieving myself and didn't catch on to what he was saying. "I overheard you showing Terry your dick," he said and I found myself turning to look at him as I finished shaking my now semi stiff teen rod. I saw the strange look in his eyes. "You gotta show it to me," he hissed, "or I'll tell." Now Sam was one of those short, thin kids that were easily pushed around, usually to protect himself he hung around the bigger kids and did what they wanted to keep in with them so I knew he was a bit of a creep and worst of all a snitch. He couldn't help himself with that, if a teacher asked in class, 'Who did it?' whatever it was Sam's hand went up first, his reasoning was that the teacher was the biggest of us all so most likely to protect him. I looked at him, I was not sure how showing off my dick could get me into trouble but the strange look in his eyes intrigued me. "You have to show me yours first," I insisted working out that if he did it then I had a hold over him. He stood there and licked his lips nervously, he was about a head shorter than me his hair was sticking up in places as bits dried out faster than the rest and his face reddened. "Not here," he replied and nodded with his head in the direction of the cubicles, "in there," he said. The deal struck we stepped into one of the two bogholes, just in time as a couple of boys now entered the bogs heading for the piss tray. We stared at each other, Sam moved first unbuckling his belt, his hands moving swiftly to quietly unzip his trousers, they slid to the ground and then his grey wrinkled briefs followed, he pushed them down to his knees and stood up, he was breathing a little heavier and his face was flushed. I could see his slim little hairless cocklet sticking out and it moved and pulsed, it was much like my ten year old brother's had looked like. "Now you," he insisted and I hesitated not sure as to what I was getting myself into. What I did with Ted was different, special, here in the piss smelling bogs it felt sad, bad and wrong, sordid was not a word I used then but that is what it was. I moved to leave, "Please," he said and there was something in his tone, "please," he repeated and I felt the power of the moment. "Go ahead," I said softly, he looked at me and then he sat down on the closed lid of the pan. I felt his hands at my waist as he undid my trousers, swiftly his hands unbuttoned the fly and then pulled down the zip. He tugged my trousers down, they bagged at my knees and he sat back looking at the tent my cock now made in my white briefs. I saw the desirous look blaze in his eyes, I had seen something similar in Ted's eyes, now he eased my briefs over my cock so that he did not hurt me. My cock flopped in the air, freed it expanded more, the foreskin peeling back a little and there was a glitter from the dribble of pre-cum that was beginning to well from my cockslit. I watched his face, seeing the play of emotions, the desire, the yearning, the lip licking, the trembling in his hands. "Can I touch it?" he whispered. I was again conscious of the surrounding noises, the chatter from the locker room, Bogbreath shouting at the class to hurry up, the two boys zipping up after they had finished peeing, the smell of piss in the air. "You can kiss it," I told Sam, he did not flinch, his head moved forward and I felt for the second time the touch of another person's lips on my cock. His lips were wet and soft different again from Ted's. I felt his heat, different again from Ted's and then I also felt his tongue tip. I jerked away, "only a kiss," I hissed and yanked my briefs up and then my trousers. He cowered on the pan, I could see he was close to tears, "Sorry," he mumbled and then he looked at me with teary eyes and there was a drool of tear snot dribbling out of his nose. I saw his look change, "You won't tell," he pleaded. I found myself seeing him clearly despite the fact I was hurrying to get out of there, he looked a pathetic sight, his teary and snotty face and yet his cocklet was standing upright, the pink head almost fully exposed, his tight boy balls, obviously empty were taut against the bottom of his stem. "That depends," I said and pushed through the door, Bogbreath was now banging on the side of the wall of the toilet area, demanding anyone in there to queue up with the rest of the class. I hustled out of the bogs and slid into the line by Terry, I half saw Sam sidle out of the bogs and join the end of the queue and then we were off. I wondered about Sam several times during the rest of the day, I caught him looking at me in some of the classes we shared but decided to talk to Ted about it, I knew I was out of my depth. At lunchtime I imparted some of my new found sexual knowledge to Terry who sat there under the tree in the playground, his mouth hung more and more open as I explained the true facts of life. "Fuuuucccckkk," he sighed several times as I expounded my knowledge. He also kept looking at me between the legs as I talked. I stopped talking and there was an odd silence between us, around us the usual noises were in place, the leaves rustling in the breeze, the calls and thuds from the playground as boys played with balls and ran around, then Terry spoke. "Can I see it?" he asked. I looked at him, my mind was full of Ted at that moment, "You what?" I replied lazily. "You know," whispered Terry, "like in PE," his tone altered now it was like Sam earlier on, "can I see it again?" he bleated a little. I looked at him, we were mates since junior school, we had played on the bombsite together, in the park, gone swimming at the Lido, shared birthday parties and boy secrets and now I felt our relationship changing, altering. I looked around the schoolyard, by now we knew all the secret places, the places where the smokers hung out, the places where older boys met to talk big about sex, the places where the secret gangs met just to be different. "The shelter," I said. At the side of the grassed area where we practised athletics and cricket during the war a bomb shelter had been built. Now it was closed off, it would cost more to demolish and fill it in than just leave it locked up but over the years boys had worked out how to circumvent the locks, most boys in the school had been down there at some time or other, it was almost a right of passage for your progress through school. Nonchalantly Terry and I got up and headed for the overgrown grassy entrance, there were no signs or sounds that anyone was down there. It just took a quick glance at the teacher patrolling the yard, he was smoking a cigarette and sipping from his cold mug of tea and he was not looking in our direction at all. We tiptoed down the rain marked stairway, the wrought iron gate swung open easy, the chain around the lock draped to make it look like it was still attached. Inside we headed for the end chamber where the only window existed, it had been put in so that there would be a second way out. It also provided the only natural light to the shelter. We passed the small burrows that ran off the main passage, the idea was that separate years would occupy the different chambers. It had only been used for evacuation practises, there had been no alert during school time during the war, most kids had been evacuated anyway. I stood close to the window where the light was clear, strangely enough now I was excited. I could feel that my cock was now really hard. Terry stood there and I woke up to the fact he was not like Sam. Carefully I undid my trousers, again they bagged at my knees and then eased down my briefs over the rigid teen dick that stood, hard and pulsing from my groin. Terry bit his lip several times as he bent down to look at it. His face got real close and for a moment I imagined his lips around my cock. 'How different would it feel from Ted's,' I thought. "How do you get the sperm out?" Terry looked so puzzled I almost laughed and then feeling superior I showed him how to stroke it up and down. My hand felt good on my cock, I had not touched myself like this at all, up till now Ted had done all the work as it were so it was a bit of a discovery for me. Engrossed as I was in touching and rubbing myself Terry's voice broke in. "Can I do it?" he asked and I stared at my best friend, my mouth dropping open. END OF PART FIVE To be continued..... 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