Date: Sat, 09 Jun 2018 13:29:13 -0400 From: Robbie Robot Subject: THE ROCKER PART EIGHT The Rocker The Rocker Part Eight © Van T Z Boi 2018 (The usual disclaimers apply, this remains the property of the author and you do not have permission to download and post this anywhere else without the author's permission. Please remember this is just a story and keep yourself safe. If you enjoyed this then please support nifty and make a donation; without nifty you would not be able to read and enjoy such fanciful creativity and they need your financial support so you can continue to enjoy nifty stories) (HEALTH WARNING: Due to the number of comments from nifty readers you are warned that reading this material may involve the self-indulgent loss of bodily fluid. Please ensure you have a supply of water, vitamins and minerals including vitamin C, calcium, chlorine, citric acid, fructose, lactic acid, magnesium, nitrogen, phosphorus, potassium, sodium, vitamin B12, and zinc to replace that which may be lost whilst reading this further chapter. A good supply of tissues should be close at hand in case of sudden emergencies!) (Thanks to all who have written it is nice to be appreciated, I do enjoy reading your comments and observations and suggestions and I always look forward to reading your views on this or any of my stories. Please note the new email address lostinspace1966@protonmail.com. Now please read on. Till the next Time Van T Z Boi) From Part Seven "Fuck it does taste sweet!" he exclaimed and rubbed his fingertip over my glans several times each time transferring the sticky teen juice to his mouth. "Fuck that is A Amazing!" Terry was ecstatic now as he leaned close to my dick. "How does a cock produce something sweet?" he was clearly mouthing his thoughts out loud. "Suck it," I said. Part Eight Terry looked at me, the expression in his eyes and on his face was both full confusion and yet intrigued; I made my dick jerk in his fingers and he stared down at the purpling head, the clear shiny precum oozing from the slit. "Suck it," I repeated, my voice no more than a whisper; I felt the exhilaration rush through me; this was forbidden ground, the crossing of the sexual Rubicon and my cute teenage cock trembled and twitched expectantly in Terry's hand. He gave me another agonised look, I knew what he was experiencing, the scary and horrifying thoughts his brain was working through, what would our peers think or say if what I was proposing got out in the dangerous battleground of a school playground but Ted's training was kicking in, my dickmind was in charge. "Okay, leave it," I added turning slightly away, my dismissive stance emphasising my domination. "No, no, I, I'll do it," Terry's hushed voice was full of the emotions I was causing. He grabbed my cock and stopped my turning. "You, you won't say, tell anybody," he hissed as he bent down and his lips kissed my throbbing bulb. I felt the warm breath as he opened his lips, the sweet moistness of his tongue as it rasped for the first time fully across my sensitive cockhead, my helmet bloating even further at the inviting touch. I stood still, my cock throbbing and swelling, my balls jumping slightly as Terry's inexperienced mouth went to work. His first swallow was followed by a sigh and his mouth lifted for him to speak. "FUCK, it, it tastes delicious," he almost purred and then the attack began. Driven by his exciting find he sucked and swallowed more desperate than a starving baby, sucking my cock right into his hot mouth, the head bumping deliciously against the furrows of his palate. I felt I could count the small bumps and ruts as his tongue licked underneath my dickhead, swallowing all the time as my teenage juice gushed out. The angle however became somewhat uncomfortable and I swiftly placed both hands on his shoulders and pushed him downwards. "On your knees," I hissed as the original delights started to become painful. Obediently Terry sank to his knees, the angle becoming much more comfortable and the wave of sensual pleasure surged. I looked down at him, his mouth was closed around my cock and he sucked heavily at my fattening shaft. I watched him as the moist joys of being sucked swivelled and spun inside me. He looked up, a strange expression of subordination and happiness stole over his face and I also caught the slight concern and worry in his eyes. I worked my hips, my cock sliding smoothly in and out of his suctioning lips. I reached down and grabbed his arm, reluctantly his arm came up and I grasped his hand and placed it around my shaft. "You need to rub it," I whispered softly, his slow stroking showed me he understood. I leaned back against the wall; the rough brickwork pricking through my blazer was an easily ignored discomfort as the sensual joys of being cocksucked was paramount. His hand stroked my shaft, his mouth, lips and tongue caressed my cockhead, the glans spilling more and more of my precum and I felt the tingle explode. I twitched and then my cock jiggered and the blasts of sperm rocketed into his mouth. Terry gainfully took the first rush but the volume proved too much and the pearly strands appeared either side of his mouth. "Swallow, swallow quickly," I demanded, the glorious height of orgasmic bliss was not being achieved. `This is not Ted,' I reminded myself as Terry did his best. `It was okay, okay for a first time' I told myself, somehow knowing that Terry's and my journey of cocksucking discovery was not over, it was just beginning. "Sorry, sorry," Terry coughed, spluttering but managing to swallow what was in his mouth. As I watched him return his mouth to my drooling cock, his lips quickly closing around the pulsing head, the delight resumed as he suckled the rest of my juices until the desire and the liquids ebbed. I pushed him away when the pain became too intense. He knelt before me, his lips still glinting with the pearlessence of my teenage dew and I rubbed my finger around his mouth, sweeping the vestiges of my cum into his mouth. At the last Terry sucked my finger, licking the final traces of my sticky digit. The clanging of the school bell brought us back to earth. Terry hurriedly stood up, groaning as his knees pained him whilst I grabbed at my trousers managing to zip them up as we ran to join the line of boys lining up before the open doors. Terry got hold of me just before we came close to the milling crowd, "You won't tell?" he asked in an agonised whisper, his tone thick with emotion. "Depends," I hissed back. "Depends on what?" he was very confused and his face ran through a gamut of confusion and terror. "How well you do it next time," I laughed and ran before he could ask anything else. Inside the form room Terry looked at me his face red and at times during the day, in class and in the playground he often blushed but we did not speak about what had happened although I could see his curiosity and fear and expectation glinting in his eyes. I became subsumed into the regularity of the regime of the school timetable; it was not until I was standing outside the classroom lining up for my English class that my new found excitement rose again. We were doing Drama and found ourselves walked to the hall where the chosen few were given parts to act out, it was Shakespeare's `Julius Caesar' and I sat back on the left hand side of the stage. Mr Wildren had placed us on the stage around the `actors' to give us an idea of what it may have been like in Elizabethan times. What he called `theatre in the Round' which I supposed came from the fact that Shakespeare's Theatre was `the Globe' It was boring to me as the `chosen' were not good at acting or even speaking the prose. I was not alone in such thoughts and even Mr Wildren was becoming frustrated. I found myself looking at him; the bulge between his legs where his trousers were tight was attracting me. I remember wondering what his dick would look like when I sensed a movement beside me. "All right?" it was Sam Leach who spoke, I recalled his kissing my dick and grinned, my dick swelling slightly. "boring in'it?" he whispered. "Uh huh," I agreed and then twitched as Sam's hand wondered across my leg and up to my groin, my dick jerked and swelled even more. "Fuck it feels so big," Sam whispered. His hand moved to my zip and he tugged at it, the sound seemed so loud that I grabbed his hand, covering us with my book. "Hey!" I hissed warningly at him, he looked up at me, there was a desperation in his eyes, a yearning I half understood. I relaxed my grasp and quickly glanced around. Mw Wildren was standing in the middle of the stage, the chosen actors around him and the rest of the class was spread about the edges of the stage. I could see a couple of smaller groups of classmates siting together, talking quietly as Mr Wildren gave direction. No one was looking at us and despite how loud the sound of my zipper appeared to me there was no indication anyone else had heard, the stage acoustics were a puzzle to me but I assumed everything was safe. I checked behind me, there was a pile of what look like sheets and I recalled the stage was usually covered in canvas when it was not being used. "Back there," I nudged my head and Sam seeing where I was indicating nodded. Silently we edged backwards. I hoped anyone seeing us would just think we were making ourselves comfortable. Reaching the pile I managed to drag a lump of the dank canvas so that it provided a screen of some sorts between us and the rest of the stage. I settled myself down and dragged Sam beside me. He had hardly got himself into a comfortable position when I felt his hand at my groin. I checked towards the stage, the actors were under instruction with Mr Wildren's voice floating around the stage and the rest of the class appeared busy with their own interests. I reasoned we were safe. Sam's hand had fully unzipped me and his left hand joined in, my fly was tugged open and his hand dragged my dick through the gap in my briefs. His fingers felt warm against the skin of my prick as he rubbed it, but he was no expert. "You need to move the foreskin back and forth," I hissed in his ear and caught the incomprehension in his eyes. "Foreskin?" he asked, it was clear he was as knowledgeable about penis's as I had been before Ted explained everything to me. "The wrinkly loose flap of skin at the tip of my dick moves," I whispered the instruction and taking his fingers in my own I showed him what had to be done. "this is what is called the foreskin." I moved our fingers back and forth, my lust gurgled at the combined finger manipulation. "Oh," he seemed puzzled, "does mine do that too?" he asked me, his eyes full of wonder. I showed him how to manipulate my foreskin, he was not `Ted' nor `Terry' but the difference in technique was more than made up by the sensation of the variance in the touching and pressing. Sam was rougher in his approach but I knew that change would come with practise and experience and somehow even then I understood the changing role my future was taking. Was I preparing myself for when Ted left, I don't know but writing this now it makes perfect sense but at the time I was a hormonal awakened teenager and I had needs to satisfy and the means to do so were becoming more and more widespread. I managed to turn on my side with my back to the stage, no comments or instructions came from where Mr Wildren was in full Director flow. Sam lay opposite me, his face fully intent on my dick. I checked over my shoulder and with a slow careful wriggle managed to slide my briefs down so my cock and balls were released, the briefs were somewhat uncomfortable rolled around my thighs but where sex is concerned hormones make allowances happen. Sam's left hand squeezed and caressed my balls, tugging a little too harshly on the tufts of hairs that grew there. "Watch it!" I hissed gripped his hand, making the problem worse as he pulled backwards. "That hurts," I squeaked and had to worriedly look behind me to see if my cry had been overheard. "Sorry," Sam sighed and then kissed the tip of my dick. His warm lips caused a big globule of precum to slide out and my helmet swelled at the gentle touch, he jerked back as the wetness coated his lips. "Urrgggh , yuuucck," he spluttered and then a strange look of incredulity stole of his face as he instinctively liked his lips which were covered with my precum. "Sweet, it tastes, sweet," he looked at me with more than adoration in his eyes and he bent forward to lick my cock. I froze, struggling to keep myself still, Sam had slid downwards, he was holding my prick like a lollipop and licking the tip where the gooey liquid gushed forth. A quick backwards check showed me that no one had appeared to hear my short cry but right across from where we stood one of the boys was looking directly at us. I looked back at Sam, his head was moving swiftly as he sucked the tip of my dick and I deduced that it was his bobbing movements that were attracting attention. I yanked him back up and hissed at him. "Careful we are being watched," I glared at him. "Sorry," he said as he looked past my shoulder where he could also see the figure looking at us. He waved his hand and grinned at the boy. "It's okay he's sat back down," Sam assured me but I was not yet ready to take a further chance of discovery. I stopped him holding his head up as he moved to bend forwards. "Just rub it," I insisted and grumbling under his breath he returned his hand to my cock and stroked it as I had taught him. The delicious tingling recommenced and I closed my eyes briefly to savour the sensations his rubbing was creating. A warm moist touch caused me to open my eyes wide and once more pull his head up. I glared at him. "I was just licking that bubble of your stuff," he said reproachfully. I looked over my shoulder, Rob the boy who had been looking had moved away. I could just see the soles of his shoes and the striped socks he wore, he was clearly taking to someone within his group but there seemed no urgency or alarm in his stance. I turned back to Sam who looked at me hopefully as his hand continued to stroke me. I could see another swelling bubble forming at my slit. "Okay," I told him and had to gasp as the tight warm swallowing of his mouth send me close to the edge. I was in a quandary, I knew what I would, could do for Ted but he had taught me what to do and what to expect. I had no idea if Sam knew about ejaculation or sperm spunking and his remarks so far led me to believe his knowledge was scant. Bearing in mind our precarious position I did not want to ejaculate as I had no idea what the effect would be on Sam but my cock and balls wanted to cum, needed to cum and my desperation set in. My teenrod so recently awakened by Ted was showing me it had a mind of its own and I was becoming as much a slave to it as I was to Ted and his cock. The thought of him sent a further rush of heated tingling jousting around my balls and a spear of electricity shot through me. I needed Sam to rub harder and faster and then. "Daniel, Daniel," Mr Wildren's voice shattered, Daniel Thurstone, where are you?" Blushing with embarrassment and angry at being interrupted I dragged my trousers up over my briefs, my dick tenting my trousers. I stood up calling back as I did my best to adjust my clothing and my teenage erection. Sam melted into the background, something he excelled at. "Here, Sir, coming sir," I shouted, my voice squeaking as the fear exceeded the excitement. I strode forward, my briefs were caught underneath my cock and balls and it made walking a problem. I held my book across my groin as I limped towards the centre of the stage. "Bit of cramp," I explained bending down to rub my leg and to help conceal the throbbing bulge. "Take the part of Cassius," Mr Wildren looked down at his book, "Take it from Act 1 Scene 2 Line 107, `Fellow'." I found the place and stuttered my way through the scene, it was dreadfully uncomfortable with the constriction of my bunched briefs around my groin and thighs and I was glad when the bell rang for afternoon playtime. As the class handed back the books I headed back to the place where I had left my bag and then a voice hissed at me. I looked to the side where I saw Sam standing behind the tall flat that had been left in place for use by anyone involved with a stage productions or event. He nodded his head in the direction of behind the standing flat. I looked at the side of the stage where Mr Wildren was marshalling two boys to help carry the books back to his classroom and swiftly slid in beside Sam. We hid quiet as mice listening as Mr Wildren's footsteps echoed in the empty hall, then came the swish and clang as a door closed and all was silent. I watched as Sam tiptoed to the curtain edge, he was quick and soundless as he checked to confirm we were alone. He turned and grinned and my dick thickened between my legs. I waddled to the canvas pile, undoing my trousers to release my cock and balls. Sam hurried over and I sat back on the canvas my trousers and at last my briefs rucked down by my ankles. It felt so good to feel comfortable at last. Sam approached his eyes draw to my dick, he reached out. "Strip," I said looking hard at him and holding his wrist. He jerked and glared at me but I had his measure now. His fingers twitched and he fisted them then flexed them. His clothes fell where he tugged them off, at last his scrawny body was revealed, his thin pigeon chest with the two spots that were his teats, his plump stomach which bulged slightly under which his tiny boyworm hung, a sliver of ivory paleness, his tiny pea sized balls just about visible; he looked less developed than my ten year old brother Rob. I felt a shiver of disgust at the sight of his thin sparse body but the look of envy in his eyes which were focused on my drooling dick sent a rush of exulting hormonal lust battering inside my body and my cockbrain demanded I allow this mouserat of a teenage access to my prick. "Suck my dick," I leaned back, my cock leaking like a sieve drooled precum down the sides, the pooling dew overflowing y foreskin which was still gathered around the crown. Sam knelt down on his trousers, he leaned over my dick and licked the swelling tip. "I said suck it," I pushed his head down, "suck it like you did at your mothers tits," I dug my fingers into his cropped hair and felt his mouth open. Hs breath was hot, his tongue dripping wet but he sucked, sucked and swallowed as his mouth filled up with his saliva and my pulsing precum. I forced his head up and down until he got the idea but he was useless. "Stop," my voice was gratingly hard with frustration as I fiercely pulled him off my poor unsatisfied dick. He sat back on his knees, his face a picture of worry and fear, his lips bruised and swelling and glistening with our combined liquids, a dribble slid out of the side of his mouth forming a tearing drool down towards his chin. "Come here," I demanded. Sam stood up and stepped between my legs, I looked at his tiny worming cocklet, it had changed hue slightly, instead of the pale wan translucence it had been it was now slightly pink, a dawn rosy pink. His sad sac hung under his worm, the two pale buds contained something but it was not clear if they were active, he was still completely hairless. He trembled timorously, I looked up at him, he blinked looking down, part turning away his gaze. I could see the fear in him. I reached out to place my finger on his wrinkled form. He backed slightly. "You won't hurt me, please, please," he begged and I was disgusted with his puny body and his puny dick but that Ted part of my brain was already at work undermining my disgust. `If Rob and Tony could get stiff could not the strip of boy flesh I was looking at do the same,' In any case I knew I wanted to dominate him, dominate him just like the other bullies did in the school but my pathway would lead to a different torture for him but possibly a pleasurable one. "Stand still and watch and learn," I told him, he shivered, trembling but staying still as I leaned forward. I caught his smell, a hint of piss and some sort of soapy aroma. `at least he washes,' I thought as I stroked the wrinkled slice of pink ivory. He jerked and I looked up to see him looking down, there was more than fear in his eyes now, there was interest, I stroked his tiny worm, taking the fleshy soft wrinkled skin in between my fingers and felt the first stirrings. Slowly I tugged and manipulated his boy worm into a stiff pretty pink ivory tusk of a pricklet. Sam moaned softly throughout his first wanking. His boydick was similar to Rob's despite the age difference and as I gently eased the satiny foreskin down from his helmet, his glans popped out, the crimson pink tip seemed to glow in the dim light. I leaned forward and breathed a hot breath over the exposed helmet, his dick swelled in response, now he was a good inch longer and the foreskin was held under the bloating ridge of his glans. "Watch and learn," I repeated and licked the swollen boybud, Sam sobbed and bent over slightly and I caught the taste of his boydick, it was a nothing flavour, not even a hint of an aroma either apart from the soapy scent I smelled earlier. Calmly I sucked the head into my mouth, ravishing the pulsing helmet with my tongue and then moving it between my cheeks where I bobbed my head and used my tongue to press his dicklet against my inner cheek. I was down to his sac now, my lips kissing the creases of his scrotum as my head bobbed repeatedly. Sam was growling now and he was shaking, not with fear now but with something new, something I had awoken in him as Ted had awoken me. I looked upward, my mouth clamped around his dick and I sucked and rubbed his dick inside my mouth. He shook and quivered and his eyes closed as the raptures took him to a higher plane. I pushed him out of my mouth with my tongue; his saliva dripping cocklet pulsed heavily before me. "Don't stop," he whispered and saw the pleading agony in his face. "Please," he begged, his voice barely a whisper but full of wanting need. I grasped his stiff boyprong with my fingers, swiftly I rubbed and stroked and rubbed the foreskin repeatedly back and forth over the dark pink helmet, squeezing the loose skin against the harder edge of his cockhead. He stood there shifting on his feet and I was conscious he might stagger and fall. "Put your hands on my shoulders," I instructed and he did so, tentative at first then more heartily as the joys rattled his body and he needed my help to stay on his feet. I tossed him as quickly as I could, my fingers a blur around his four inches of spongy stiff boycock, watching him intently, knowing when to slow and when to quicken. Sam grunted and growled and twitched and writhed unsteadily on his feet, his fingers gripping my shoulders tight and then he cried out. "NO! STOP! NO! NO! I NEED TO PEE!" he yelped but I ignored him and then with a yowling cry he tensed and I felt his cocklet pulse in my fingers, the cockslit closing and shutting in rapid repetition as his immature body experienced his first dry orgasm, his ballsac twitched as the two pea sized spheres worked to produce the nothing that was there. "Ohhhhh, Woooowww, Oooooohhhhh, aaaaaaarrrrrggggghhhhh," Sam's yelping turned to the paroxysm of orgasm, his body shaking and twitching, his young dicklet jerking as it pulsed continually throughout his climax and his eyes as round as saucers as the glows of boyish delight and joy blossomed for the first time within those orbs. It would be some months before his other orbs worked but that will have to wait as my story or my reminiscences continues its slow memorable meandering way. Sam stood there his fingers still digging in as he gasped and went several different shades of red and pink. "Fuck. Oh Fuck what the hell was that, it was bloody marvellous," he gasped as he leaned heavily against me, sagging even more as his knees trembled with the force of his first climax. "That's," that was as far as I got because the end of break bell rang out, here in the back of the stage it was really loud and it's sudden clanging made us both jump, the result being that Sam fell against me. I was conscious of his slightly sour milky stench; it was off putting and also the sensation of his pricklet beating still against my stomach. "Sorry, sorry," he was all arms and legs as he slid off me. We both grabbed at our clothes and hurriedly stuffed them back on as fast as we could. Still dealing with our ties Sam led the way out of the stage side door, luckily the corridor was full of the other pupils who were hustling to get inside and off to wherever for the final school period. I trudged down the corridor, my bag held over my groin where my dick still throbbed unsatisfied whilst a bright eyed and buoyant Sam bounced alongside me. It was unnerving as he was normally following his mates and his presence was a distraction and an attraction I did not need. I avoided talking to him, even he was aware what he wanted to discuss was not possible amongst the many eagle-ears of the crowds of fellow pupils. At the staircase we parted, him to his special English class and me to my Art lesson. I hurried because Terry would be lining up outside the Art room and my dick throbbed at the thought that perhaps Terry could do for me what Sam and time had not. Memories of him on his knees before me behind the bins that morning send even more surges of hot warming tingles rush through me, my dick blazed and I felt a dampness slide down the crease of my leg like when you pee unexpectedly and then the soreness develops. I twitched as I did not want that happening. I broke through the line still continuing up the stairs and hustled down the corridor where boys were lining up outside various rooms. I saw Terry in the distance and redoubled my efforts, `We could sneak out to the bogs' my fevered brain thought, `maybe he could suck me off there,' my head spun with fantastical possibilities as the need to do something about my throbbing hardon grew even more intense. "Terry," I called and he half turned but then the Woodwork Workshop door opened and a crowd of boys shoved me out of their way as they rushed the entrance. Recovering I struggled along the Art Room queue towards where Terry stood, then Mr Bingten the Art Master appeared. I was forced to stop, rooted to the spot my mind working feverishly to get around his obstruction as my cock demanded attention. End of Part Eight To Be Continued...???????????????????????? (Not much of Ted in this episode but his boy is doing it for him or is this ride over? Is it time for this Rocker to ride off into the distance or should we wait to see what happens in the love nest? It's all over to you then if you do want more? If you really want me to continue this story then you have to write and tell me or this could really be the final Roll for the Rocker! 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