Peregrine by Casey When I was young , many years ago now, gays were `queers`. We defined as `queer` those men who were obviously effeminate, and those who, while apparently `normal`, enjoyed being on the receiving end of anal or oral sex. We made a couple of exceptions to this: mutual anal or oral sex, (we called it `tit for tat`) was acceptable, just, between close friends, but only if the opposite sex was not available. My first real experience of sex with another boy, apart from the usual mutual fiddling with each other in pre-teen years, came about as follows. At Army Cadet camp, we had a game, set up by older boys, called `cock fighting`. Two younger boys would be told to strip to their shirts, and wrestle each other, trying to seize their opponent's cock and balls and compel surrender. The older ones were, I see now, using us as sexual stimulants. Some of them would masturbate openly, I supposed turned on by the delightful expanse of boy flesh revealed as we fought. They never seemed to expect anything more from us. On this occasion I was made to wrestle with a Scots boy of my own age, and we were made to perform on a couple of mattresses. We struggled for quite a time, unable to gain advantage. Then we got into a position with his hand beneath my abdomen, with me pressed against the ground, so that the watchers could not see what was going on. I was wriggling, trying to avoid his grip, when I felt his hand on my cock. But instead of grabbing tight, as I expected, he held me gently, and squeezed my cock without hurting me. He did this for a few seconds, and then released his hold, and allowed me to escape. We resumed our contest, and after a while the position was reversed, and my hand was beneath his belly, groping for his cock. I felt him raise his hips slightly, so that I could reach it, and I took it in my hand and returned the compliment for a few seconds. Then we continued wrestling. His head was near mine, and he whispered "Let me win, Ken, and get it over." I nodded agreement, and in a few seconds he had me by the balls and I was banging the ground in surrender. Nobody seemed to have noticed our little bit of private play. We were allowed to put our trousers on again, and two other kids were made to repeat the performance. Murray and I sat on our own, and he said "That was fun, Ken. Maybe we could get together some time?" I agreed, and we looked out for a chance; not easy, as our time was spent mostly with the group. There was always the toilets, but that was risky. But on the Saturday following we were told that the afternoon was our own. "There are some very pleasant places to walk on the moors around here," the Officer told us. "I recommend that some of you get out there, into the fresh air, and maybe practise your map reading. I don't want to see you just hanging about the camp." Murray caught my eye, and winked. After dinner I joined him. It was a hot day, and we decided to change into shorts and vest, and to wear gym shoes. (No trainers in those days) and then we set out on our walk, with a map. The captain saw us as we left, and smiled at us. "Good lads! I'll be going for a walk myself later." We noticed a stretch of woodland marked on the map, about a mile from the camp, and made for it. We were glad of the shade when we reached the trees, and wandered through the wood, until we came to a little clearing, lit by the sun. "Let's sunbathe a bit, Ken," my new friend said. We took off our tops, and lay there for a while. Murray then said "Do you fancy another cock fight - without the fighting?" "Sounds OK to me, Murray." We wrestled gently, and soon had our hands down each other's shorts. Then he pulled mine down, so I did the same for him, and we got on with our fun, and enjoyed ourselves with each other. We were at the stage when coming was not easy yet, and it was quite a time before he shot, and even longer for me, But we got there, and lay back, satisfied. Then we heard voices, and quickly got our shorts back up, and lay low. The voices were those of an older boy called John, and the Captain. They were also in shorts and vest, and they passed us at maybe fifty yards distance, and went on. "Come on, Ken. Let's practice tracking them." We let them get ahead, and followed them silently. After a while they stopped, and we heard the captain say "This should be safe, lad." "What about those two kids you said had come out here, sir?" "They can't have come this way. We've come right through the wood, nearly, and we'd have seen them. Come on!" We saw the Captain put his arms round John, and his hand slipped down the back of the boy's shorts. John made no objection; quite the reverse. His hand was feeling down the front of the man's pants, as far as we could see. Murray nudged me, and pointed to a slightly raised ridge of ground to our right. I nodded, and we carefully made our way to it. We lay behind the ridge, now only thirty yards from them, but well concealed by long grass. By the time we got in position both of their shorts were right down, and they were pressed against each other. "Come on, let's take everything off, John. I want you naked." They both stripped. John's cock was bigger than we expected, and the Captain's was, to our eyes, enormous. Then the man pushed the boy to his knees, and we saw John take the erection into his mouth and suck on it. "That's it, John. Make me good and wet." Then the boy laid on his front with his legs well spread, and the Captain knelt behind him, and we saw him part his bum cheeks. "I've been looking forward to this all week, John. I bet you have, too." "Yes, sir, I have." The Captain then pushed his cock against the boy's hole, and then in, right in, and started to fuck him. The boy seemed to have no trouble taking it, and started to give little moaning sounds. "Oh, yes, sir. Fuck me. Faster, sir!" The Captain was In full flight now, and his hairy arse was bobbing up and down. "Here I come, John" He gave a few harder thrusts, and then collapsed on top of the boy . He lay there a moment, and then withdrew. "Have you come, lad?" "Not yet, sir" "Do you want to fuck me, or shall I give you a good suck?" "Suck me, please, sir. You are great at it." We watched our Captain suck John's cock for him. He carried on sucking even when John started to come, and took it all in his mouth. We were both hard, and Murray had my cock in his hand. Then they got dressed, and went back the way they had come. If we hadn't moved from our previous position, they would certainly have seen us. We lay there after they had gone, and Murray turned to me. "God, that turned me on, Ken. My cock feels like a truncheon!" "And mine! "I wonder what it feels like?" "What?" "Having a cock in your bum!" "Well, John seemed to enjoy it", I pointed out, "So it can't be too bad." Murray looked at me. "Well, I'm game if you are." "OK. Who's first?" "I'll try with you, Ken. Mine's a bit smaller than yours." "Do I have to suck it first?" "Of course. Come on!" I took his four inches in my mouth, and made it nice and wet for him, then lay on my belly for him. I felt his cock pushing at my hole, but it wouldn't go in. "Maybe if you make it wet, Murray." He spread my cheeks again, and I felt him spit onto my anus, and then his tongue licked around my hole, and a little way in. "Right, Now I'll try again." This time he managed to get in a little way. I hurt, but not badly, and I helped by pushing back. I felt him get a little further in, and then start to move at me. It hurt more now, but I let him carry on, and after a while it became easier. Then I felt it come right in, and the pain eased a lot. "I'm right in, Ken. How does it feel?" "A bit sore, Murray, but OK. It hurt going in, but it's much easier now." "Can I finish off in you?" "Why not? Carry on!" It didn't take him long. I felt his hot spunk in me as he came. Then he pulled out, and lay beside me. "It feels great in there, Ken. All hot and wet. Your turn." He lay down for me. I lay beside him, and he turned his head and sucked my cock for me. It felt great, and I was tempted to go all the way then, and I think he was too. But I pulled away, and wet him as he had wet me. Then I pushed my cock at his pretty pink puckered hole, and got the end wedged in. "Push back at me, Murray. It makes it easier." He obeyed, and I felt myself getting in. Then it was easier. I was right in, and started to fuck him properly. As I came I pushed all the way in, so that all my four inches disappeared inside him, and I shot my load in three or four good spurts - the best by far that I had ever managed! I pulled out, and we looked at each other. "Bum Boy!" we both said together, and burst out laughing. Murray looked at me. "That was fun, Ken. I wouldn't mind doing it again sometime. Sometime soon!" We dressed properly, and wandered back to the camp for tea, feeling very close. We went into the dining room, got our tea from the serving hatch, and sat down. Then a big surprise. John, who we had last seen being fucked and sucked in the woods, came and joined us. "Enjoy the show this afternoon, you two?" "What do you mean?" asked Murray. "I mean the show the Captain and me gave you. Yes, we saw you following us. You didn't think you could fool an experienced soldier like him, did you? He'll be here in a minute, and he'll want a word with you both. Don't worry, he isn't angry. Oh, and we enjoyed watching you two at it. Not bad at all for beginners!" "What do you mean?" I asked. "We went back round in a circle, and really enjoyed the performance you gave. He had to shag me again, he was so worked up. Not that I minded." "So what does he want with us?" asked Murray. "I don't intend to be shagged by that huge cock. It would split me in two!" We heard a voice behind us. "I have all I want at the moment, so don't worry, boys. But I do want something from you. Can I sit down?" It was the Captain, of course. He sat down, and looked around to make sure nobody was within hearing. "John and I were as turned on watching you as you were watching us," he said quietly. "We'd like very much to do it again. How about joining us tomorrow? We won't want you to do anything with us. Well, maybe a little bit, but your young bottoms will be safe from us, I promise. I think so, anyway! How about it?" I looked across at Murray, and he nodded. "Sounds like fun. What do you say, Ken?" "If it's safe, OK. What do you want us to do, sir?" "Let's meet at the same place. But we need an excuse. Give me time to think about it." He left us then. It wouldn't do to give the impression of too much familiarity to the others. John stayed, and we chatted with him. He told us that the Captain and he had been lovers for a year now. "We have to be very careful, of course. I daren't be seen going to his tent, and at home it is hard. We manage. When I'm older I'll get a place of my own, maybe." We wondered how the captain was going to fix things. We found out at breakfast next morning, when he came across to us. "I hear that you two spotted a peregrine yesterday. I'd very much like to see it. Would you show me where you found it?" At that time I hadn't the faintest idea what a peregrine was! But I went along with him. "Why, yes, sir. We'd be glad to, wouldn't we, Murray. When do you think it would be best, sir?" "Perhaps the same time of day as you saw it, boys. Afternoon, wasn't it? That's when I saw you going off yesterday." John stepped in, on cue. "Could I come with you, sir? I'm interested in birds." `So it's a bird`, I thought. "Well, alright, John. But nobody else, or we'll scare it off. We'll have to be very quiet, you know. Let's meet here after dinner." We met after dinner. The Captain had a big pair of binoculars with him. We set off together to another part of the moors. "I don't intend us to be watched this time. I know a very nice little place, concealed, but with good visibility all around. Nobody can get within half a mile of us. Not that they'll bother." Still, to be safe, he checked with his binoculars from time to time. He found the spot, and sent John up onto the higher ground for a last check. All was clear. John came back down, and joined us. The Captain started to strip, and we followed his example. Soon we were all naked in the sun. "Keep your pants handy, all of you: if anyone should come, we can be sunbathing. They might think it odd, but that's all." "Right!" said the Captain. "Let's have fun. I suppose we should start, John. Can I fuck you first?" "OK by me, sir. You know I love it." "I don't suppose either of you would care to make me nice and wet for him?" I had been looking at the captain's cock. Close up, it was beautiful. Very well proportioned, not all that thick, very straight. He was beautiful too. Muscular, but not hefty. I decided to take the plunge. "Can I try, sir?" I asked. "Good lad. Make it as wet as you can." I took it in my hand, and gingerly took it into my mouth. It didn't taste of anything special. I wet it as much as I could, and he told me that was fine. John was already lying on the ground, and to my surprise Murray had got down and was tonguing his hole for him. The Captain was delighted. "Now that's what I call service!" He was quickly on the job, and me and Murray watched as he fucked John. He didn't seem at all embarrassed at being watched. Rather, it seemed to excite him. It certainly excited me! My cock seemed bigger than it had ever been! It didn't take him long, and he withdrew. His cock was now slack. He turned to me. "And I know where to come when I want to get it hard again, don't I, Ken?" I nodded. I was already wondering what it would be like to suck a man's cock. All the way, not just as starters. "Now it's your show, boys. Show us what you can do!" Murray said he would like to fuck me, so I got down on the ground. "Come on, John, we must get them ready properly. They did it for us!" John knelt in front of Murray and took his cock in his mouth. The captain went down on me, but first he turned me on to my back, and lifted my legs right up. I thought for a moment he was going to fuck me, but he bent to my middle. He gave my cock a little suck, taking it right in for a moment. Then he took his mouth away, and smiled up at me. "Just a little extra, Ken." Then his clever tongue explored my balls, and then went down to my hole. I was surprised how strong it was. He pushed it well into me, and I could feel it moving in the entrance. It was turning me on, as he knew quite well it would! Then he pulled away, and I felt Murray come into me. The stretching the day before, and the Captain's work, had loosened me off, and my friend got in easily. John had done a good job on him, too, and he was very excited, and fucked me much more strongly. I found myself enjoying it a lot, but surprisingly, my erection had gone down. It only took maybe a minute for Murray to get there, and he filled me with his hot juices. I would have liked it to last longer. I sat up, and the captain saw my disappointment that Murray had finished so quickly. He looked at me with a curious expression on his face, and even as I watched his cock grew to full erection again. Murray had gone across to John: there was clearly something developing between them. I looked at the man's cock. It was long, but not all that much thicker than Murray's stubby organ. The Captain saw my look, and smiled. "Do you think you could manage it, Ken? I'd be very careful, and I'll pull out at once if it's too much for you." "I'd like to try, sir." I turned over and lay on my front for him, but he put his hand on my shoulder and turned me over. "Not like that, Ken. Lie on your back and raise your legs as high as you can. I want you to see." I did as he told me. He knelt below me, and put his hands on my hips and adjusted my position so that his cock was against my hole. "Are you ready?" I smiled up at him. I wanted him very much. Not just his cock - I wanted him. He pressed in, and I watched fascinated as the round end disappeared, very very slowly, into me. It did hurt a bit, but not as much as when Murray had done it for the first time the day before. He pushed steadily in, a millimetre at a time, and looked into my eyes as he penetrated me. He took a long time, then at last said "I'm well in now, my love. Shall I start?" I looked down again. Three quarters of his cock had vanished! "Yes, I'm ready." He started then to move gently in me. As I slackened, he was able to slide in and out more freely, but he kept his movements smooth and gentle, even when he seemed to be nearing his climax. It felt marvellous! He paused, and told me to put my arms round his neck. He slid his legs round beside my hips, and took his body back, so that I was now sitting on his erection. "Now you do the work, Ken!" I put my feet on the ground outside his hips, and by flexing my knees was able to move up and down on him. "Let yourself go!" I speeded up, and was bouncing up and down on his lovely rod, feeling it deep inside me. The others were watching, fascinated. I noticed that Murray's hand was on John's very erect organ. Then the Captain grabbed my hips and pulled me hard down onto himself, right down. I felt his cock go deeper, and then the hot semen poured into me just as I too climaxed. My spunk shot out over his chest and face, and he laughed with delight. "That was glorious, my Ken. Absolutely wonderful!" My Ken! That's what he said! I raised my body so that he slowly drew out, and then flung my arms round him. His strong arms came round me. I sat on his lap, with my head against his manly chest. "It was beautiful for me too, sir." He hugged me. "My name's Martin. When we're alone, please call me Martin." "Yes, sir -- Martin." We sat together, and watched John and Murray make love. We talked, not of sex, but of birds!. It turned out that he was truly interested in birds, and went on bird-watching trips often, with a local club. "Perhaps you should join, Ken, and we could go together." "I'd like that, Martin. I'll ask my dad when we go home. Shall I tell him I'm going with you?" "Oh, yes, you must. Doesn't do to be secretive where it isn't necessary, Ken." John and Murray had finished, and they came and joined us. We all got our clothes back on, and prepared to go home. Suddenly I saw something in the sky. A bird. Not very big. Martin got out his binoculars. He passed them to me, and he stood behind me as I found the bird. "Yes, Ken. A Peregrine falcon." As we walked back, my new friend turned to John. "Well, old friend, it looks like all change, doesn't it. You and Murray can't take your eyes off each other, and it's the same with me and Ken here. For all our sakes, we must be very discreet when we get back to the camp. But I needn't tell you that, need I? You've always behaved correctly with me in public." John took his arm, and stopped him. He put his arms round him, and gave him a warm kiss. "Thank you for everything, sir. It's been wonderful having your friendship. But you are right. Murray and me - well, it just is , if you see what I mean. And you and Ken seem well suited. I'm a bit jealous, you know. You never asked me to call you by your first name!" He laughed. "Not really - Martin! But you know, if you get tired of Ken, or if you wear his little arse out, I'll always be there for you - when my Murray can spare me." The captain smiled. "Well, maybe the four of us can get together again sometime, and - er - compare notes." We all thought that was a great idea. I joined the bird-watchers. Martin came round and told dad he would be responsible for me. Dad was very pleased! We went on trips all over the area, and I learnt a lot from my new friends. But sometimes Martin and I went out as a pair. Bird-watching hides are always miles from anywhere, and often we were the only people there. We left quite a few of them smelling very musky!