Date: Sun, 11 May 2014 11:40:05 +1000
From: Colin Barnard <crkbarnard@gmail.com>
Subject: Enjoying Myself Part 10

This is about my last interaction with James. All these stories have been
true (as much as I remember and have wanked over ever since). James was a
dear friend between about 12ish to nearly 16. He was my first prey and
never ceased to surprise me with his sexuality as a boy. He was sensitive
but at times overtly macho, pretty with fine features and open to sexual
discovery but at times private and later on, rejected my advances. But he
had the power to surprise. With Tim I roughly knew that if I tee'd up a
situation he'd respond. With James I could tee up a situation and he'd
out-and-out reject my efforts but at other times suddenly switch and it was
open slather. It fucked with my mind.

So this last account was in the summer when I was 15 and he'd agreed to go
on holiday with me, my Mum and my Dad, staying in a static caravan/trailer
home on a farm in West Wales. At this point I was starting to get decent
activity with my friend Adrian and sex (or anything vaguely representing
it) with James had tailed off and that delicious time I wanked him in the
tent was the last time since I'd had my hands on his dick. By the last day
of that holiday I was desperate for some action as I'd heard/felt him wank
as I lay in the bunk below him each night, giddy with excitement but
frustrated not to be able to see or touch him.

This afternoon, James and I headed off for a smoke in the hay barn on the
farm. I tried to bring up the subject of sex but James interpreted that as
a way he could talk about sex with girls. He boasted about a girl from
school he'd had sex with just before we came on holiday. I asked about
blowjobs and he said she hadn't given him one - basically it sounded like
he was fingering her and then jumping on top. I pursued the lack of
blowjobs and said that he should ask her and try. He replied that he had
pestered her a few times but she wasn't interested. I could sense him
getting hard as he shuffled in his jeans so I suggested we have a wank. He
eventually agreed. Within a few minutes of us having our trousers around
our ankles we heard voices coming so quickly zipped up. By the time the
farmer had opened the barn door we were already hiding and waited until he
went away again. James wanted to head back to the caravan so I reluctantly
agreed, annoyed at the missed opportunity.

That evening we noticed that the dining table and chairs converted into a
double bed and it looked comfy - far more so than our narrow bunks. I
suggested we sleep there and, to my surprise, he agreed. Once my parents
went to sleep we got into that double bed and I brought up the subject of
sex and blowjobs again. On cue he started fidgeting around and I knew he
was aroused. I insisted we turn the light out because I was so fucking
horny at the idea he was hard and wanted to relieve myself whilst memories
of seeing his dick were still fresh in my mind and whilst I thought about
lying just centimetres from his stiff penis. I waited a decent amount of
time until I thought he was asleep and then started to stroke myself, lying
just inches from him - under the same light bed cover. As I got myself
excited, I had this urge to touch his dick.

I reached across, under the covers, and placed my hand very lightly near
his gems as he lay, silently on his back. I slowly, but surely, extended my
fingers and reached out to touch the front of his briefs. To my immense
shock he was still hard. My heart raced and I didn't know if he was awake
or asleep, I was struggling to breathe smoothly and was worried my
breathing would wake him up and I was shaking like a leaf. Was this really
happening? Had he just fallen asleep and had a boner? Was he awake? Who
knew?

I explored a little with my fingers to find his hard cock pushed tight down
into his undies and the whole package was tight and busting at the seams. I
was transfixed. Trying to control my breathing, I fingered the edge of his
briefs and tugged at the top of the waistband. He moved slightly.... Shit!
I'd been busted and I froze.
He then started to snore so I took my cue and resumed my previous actions,
pulling at his briefs. I managed to manoeuvre the waistband low enough and
I felt his rock-hard dick spring out like a jack-in-the-box. I grabbed it
with my right hand and felt it: smooth, warm to the touch and I could feel
his heartbeat as his dick pulsed in my fist. It was like that time in the
tent when he'd let me have a go with him but even more delicious because
this was naughty and I could be caught.
I slowly pulled the briefs sufficiently out of the way to liberate his
stiff prick. He wasn't a big precum kid but there was moistness around the
tip. That surprised me but only made me want to suck him even more. How the
fuck was I going to be able to do that? The last time we'd done stuff he
was adamant that BJs were not an option. Hmmm, decisions, decisions. I
started to wank him slowly under the covers. I could feel him swell further
in my teenage hand and I was starting to build a rhythm. The bed covers
were now starting to hinder access and getting in the way of wanking him so
I threw them back. In the half-light of the caravan I could see his dick.
It was perfectly formed but equally unexceptional: About 15cm, smooth down
the sides, his balls were of average size, his helmet a tiny bit smaller
than average and that slightly gathered foreskin - peeled back enough when
erect to still conceal its juicy contents but not like Tim's which was
something you could smuggle narcotics through an airport in..
I could sense that my stimulation was having the desired effect. His
breathing was becoming shallower and his dick twitched as I ran my finger
up and down the back of it. I was giddy with excitement. I continued to
caress his young dick and it continued to respond. I was alive again. I
decided to take a brave step and ducked under the covers. My head
eventually found its target and I touched the tip of his dick with my
tongue. It bounced on the first touch. With my right hand, I pulled his
skin back and slowly engulfed his engorged helmet with my lips. It was
really salty and musky and I relished it's savoury taste. Throwing more
caution to the wind, I threw off the bedspread and continued my oral
onslaught. Having been taught well by Tim, I massaged his chest and teased
his nipples with my hand at the same time as I licked, sucked and swallowed
his tool. I then took a bold next step and moved one of his legs to spread
the wider and moistened my middle finger. I pushed my right hand down
between his legs and let my finger feel its target. James' eyes were closed
but he was breathing very quickly and I could see his chest moving up and
down quickly. On reaching his rosebud, he inhaled deeply. I figured he was
awake so took that as an all-clear. I slowly pushed my finger at his hole.
It took me a while but the puckered ring eventually yielded and my heart
skipped a beat as the hairy, toughened feel changed to the velvety-smooth,
moist feel of being inside him. I pushed further and past my knuckle until
my finger was deep inside him. I knelt above him and with my finger pushing
in and out of him, I licked the underside of his dick. It bobbed with
appreciation as my tongue did it's magic, my finger stimulated his rosebud
and my other hand caressed his nipples. By this point he was breathing
somewhat heavily. My hand left his nipples and I started to lightly wank
him between my thumb and forefinger so that I could still lick, suck and
tease his teen cock with my mouth. His little knob was now as hard as
granite and my tongue explored that small, salty slit. As it did so, I felt
his cock stiffen and his sphincter clamp around my finger. He straightened
his legs and I felt a hand around the back of my head, proving finally that
he was awake. His hand pushed my head down decisively onto his tool as he
pumped his hot spunk into my mouth. Where with Tim I would always attempt
to withdraw at that point, this was my choice and I savoured every spurt as
it left his body. As I pulled my finger out of his warm hole and his dick
gave its last spurt James sort of grunted. I swallowed his hot fluid and I
found it sweet and salty - just as I had remembered from when I tasted it
from my hand in the tent. Yes it was musky but it was delicious. Had this
just happened? I'd had the most amazing, sexual experience with someone who
I thought was asleep but who, through not wanting to give the game away,
had been silent and not moved the entire time. This was an exciting new
game and I hoped the start of a new chapter between the two of us.
I was therefore surprised when he just pushed me out of the way as he got
up and went to the toilet. He was in there for ages and I heard him farting
in a strained way. The inability to talk to him worried me. Was he pissed
off? Was he in pain from my fingering. I was dying to find out when he
returned. He didn't. He went straight from the toilet to the bunk. Shit! He
was pissed off with me. Or embarrassed. Or both.

I hardly slept that night and the following day he hardly spoke and
couldn't look me in the eye. We drove back home in the afternoon and
travelled in near silence. My Mum kept asking us if we were okay and James
politely said he was but was just in to his book. I knew otherwise. I'd
literally blown it in every sense. The following week we didn't speak and
it took him another couple of weeks before he came around to see me. He
wanted to go for a walk and a smoke. As we walked and talked he stopped,
turned, looked at me and said "Charlie, what happened in that caravan can
never happen again. Do you understand me?" Before I had time to react he
continued "I'm just not into that stuff and, well...I like girls. What
we've done in the past is in the past. I know you've been doing other stuff
with Adrian too and I don't think he likes it so leave him alone." I was
shocked, shaken and also felt sheepish. I just nodded and we continued
walking. Once he'd said that his mood brightened considerably and he
started to talk about the school play he was in and other stuff I can't now
remember. That evening I cried at what he'd said and felt hugely lonely and
vulnerable. I couldn't speak to anyone about my secret and I felt sorry for
myself for being called out on my behaviour, sorry that our sex games were
now terminated permanently and angry that he was now involving himself in
my sexploits with Adrian who I'd started to get close to. Was he right? Did
Ade say he didn't like it or was James guessing and projecting. I didn't
know but had to find out.

Over the coming months, James and I drifted apart and within 6 months
stopped seeing each other. Over my late teen years I would see him around
town and we would look the other way. He once raced me in my car in an act
of aggression. I guess he felt guilty about all the things we'd done but
angry that I'd crossed the line that evening but then again he had let it
happen. I will never figure that out. I did follow up with Adrian and that
is the subject of my next stories.

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