Date: Tue, 6 May 2014 08:50:36 +1000
From: Colin Barnard <crkbarnard@gmail.com>
Subject: Enjoying Myself Part 4

As before, if you are offended by underage sexual exploits, just hit
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So between the ages of 12/13 and 15 Tim and I had had maybe a handful
of hookups - no more than 15. Each much the same. He'd just basically
pull down his trousers and I'd blow him. Whether I be in his bedroom,
he in mine or us out in the woods, the garage or wherever, the routine
was the same - only I did get comfortable with cumming in front of him
after a while. He wasn't that interested in my pleasure any case. He
was only interested in my dick until the second he came and then that
was it. He nearly always came first. I do recall a time when we were
in my den when he just watched me wank myself. We had a small
shed-like building on the side of our house that I'd managed to
persuade my parents to let me use as my boy cave (idiots) and I used
to hang out there and smoke. By that time, my parents knew I smoked
and I think they thought that was why I wanted to commandeer the
'shed' as we called it. Anyway, Tim had come around to get some
cigarettes as I'd been with my parents to Ireland and got some duty
free cigarettes for him. I got out the porn mags and passed him one.
He didn't seem that interested (he would have been 17 or 18 by then)
but I was horny as hell. Anyway, I just got my dick out (by then a
more respectable 6.5 inches) and rubbed one out in front of him. As
soon as I came into the wad of tissues I'd placed on my stomach he
said he would have a wank after all. That was the only time I think he
responded to watching me. Of course I was stiff again in minutes and
ended up blowing him but you probably guessed that. Anyway, I digress.

This day, not long after my 15th birthday was unusual. I normally had
my friend, James, around every evening. We played rude games often but
were inseparable so it was odd that he wasn't there. I was out the
front of our house brushing up the autumnal leaves to earn some pocket
money and Tim passed the house evidently on a moped. "Hi Charlie" I
heard and and looked up. It was Tim on a moped, no helmet. Now I
thought about it I had heard the waspish sound of that moped screaming
in the distance for some time. "Wanna hop on and go for a ride?" he
asked me mischievously. "Ermm, not really, Tim. You see I can't get in
trouble with the Police again - long story but I don't have a helmet".
Tim looked disappointed. "Come on. We'll go into the countryside and
won't get caught". I detected he was a bit desperate and I realised he
hadn't been passing our house but had come specifically to see me.
"Okay, can I put it in your garage then?" he asked. "Why?" I replied,
somewhat suspicious of his motives. He leant forward and whispered
above the sound of the 50cc motor "I've nicked it from a guy up the
road". I was shocked. A few months before I'd been caught driving my
Mum's car, underage, and had received a suspended sentence with a
warning that if I got in to trouble in the following 12mths I'd have
more serious consequences. I really didn't want to go along with this
but Tim was really desperate - I could tell.

"Okay" I said but it has to be gone by tomorrow. For the first time
ever in our relationship I felt the more adult one. Here I was being
sensible (well relatively) and he was at my mercy. He accepted the
offer and I opened the garage door and let him wheel the moped in,
next to the old Mini that had been out of action in there for years.
We chatted for a while and I asked him why he'd stolen the bike "oh
just for a laugh" he told me. A few months or so before then my push
bike had been stolen from outside my house and I was sure it was him.
Now I knew it. I was angry. "You stole my bike, didn't you Tim?". He
didn't reply. He didn't need to. I accused him again "you stole my
bike just like you stole this". This went on for a while. He shifted
position and said he thought he knew who did steal it but wouldn't say
who. I threatened to put 'his' moped out on the street and he then
told me that it was a lad called John Humber who was 2 years older
than me but used to go the same school. "Why do you think it's him?
How do you know?" I went on. He stumbled. He then muttered something
about them being best mates. Tim tried to talk me around "Charlie, I
will ask him tomorrow and if he has stolen it, he will tell me". That
placated me somewhat. Then I saw my chance to bargain with him. Since
our last encounter at least a year or so before, I'd been
experimenting with 3 or 4 other boys and he'd avoided me totally. We'd
done virtually everything except anal and I'd started to finger myself
and enjoyed it but the one lad I was closest to just drew the line at
that. "Tim, if I let you keep that moped here until tomorrow evening
when it's dark, can we have a wank together - for old times' sake?" I
offered. He thought about it and said "as long as you get me something
to eat and give me some porn mags". I instantly agreed. I went in the
house, mustered up some food, grabbed the magazines and came back into
the garage. After eating the food he leafed through an erotic book I
had. It was called "Older Sisters are Best" and I'd found it buried
deep in my Dad's wardrobe. He seemed absorbed. I wasn't that
interested in the book as it was just a bit cliched but he was and
appeared absorbed. After what seemed like eternity, I asked him if he
was ready. He said he would be, but needed some more time. I was
nervous and shaking as I wanted to ask him if he would try and screw
me. I tried to ask several times but he was ensconced in that book.
Eventually, with a huge lump in my throat I asked him "Tim, will you
bum me?"

He looked up from the book as if I'd just stunned him. He looked at me
intently, but kindly and said "Charlie, you wouldn't be able to take
my big cock". I thought about it for a second and said "how do you
know?". He hesitated and then said "It took John a few goes before he
could". Then I realised that's why he hadn't hung around me for a long
while and why he was reluctant to admit that he'd stolen the bike with
John. Not wishing to be turned down now that I'd gotten this far I
quipped "honestly, I think I can do it but you need to tell me what to
do". He smiled in that cheeky grin that always floored me every time
"well if you're sure Charlie".

I asked him what we needed to do and he told me: "some Vaseline,
kitchen paper towel and a mattress or quilt or something". I ran back
inside the house and, without disturbing my parents who were watching
the TV, grabbed the necessary ingredients. Returning the garage, I
found Tim reading the book and wanking himself.

Without breaking his gaze with the book he told me, "Right, put the
quilt on the floor and take off your trousers". I did as he said. I
looked behind me and he'd removed his trousers, underpants and shoes
but not his socks. He knelt behind me and removed the top of the jar
of Vaseline. He stuck two fingers in the jar and then smeared the
jelly up and down that big member of his. It looked huge and I was
very apprehensive. I asked "how many times have you and John done
it?", followed with "and how long did it take to get used to it?". He
didn't answer the first question but just grunted "'bout 3 or 4...but
he squealed like a baby the first time". With that he grabbed some
kitchen paper and cleaned the grease from his fingers and then prised
my virgin butt cheeks apart. "This is going to hurt Charlie for the
first time but tell me if it gets too bad and I'll stop". I put my
head forward and lowered it so that I could see what was happening
between my legs. But before I could work out what was going on I then
got the shock of my life. "Fuuuuuuucccckkkkkk" I said as this huge
pain seared at my rear end. "It's not even in yet Charlie. Christ -
shut up or someone will hear us" he barked". He eased off a little and
readjusted his position and asked me to lower my shoulders to the
floor. My head was on its side, turned to the right and I tried to
look back. He looked a little scared and not the usual, controlling,
cocky-self. This time he pushed my left buttock with his left hand but
held his dick with his right and lowered it. He tried again
"fuuuuucccccckkkk" I said again, "you're right Tim, I can't do this".
I was panicking now. "Just relax a bit Charlie - you're tensing too
much". He attempted again. "Shiiiiiiiiit" I cried and started to sob.
I'd never cried in front of him before but couldn't help it. The pain
was too severe. "Stop Tim, just stop". He eventually backed away and
with an angry tone said "I told you that you wouldn't be able to take
my dick you twat. Now you've got me all worked up for nothing. You're
going to have to blow me". Seeing the grease smeared all over his cock
I couldn't face it. "No way, I will wank you off and I will even
swallow it if you want me to but I am not sucking it" I seethed. "Look
Charlie, you wanted this, I didn't. You fucking begged me for it and
now you're not even prepared to return a favour". I did see his point
so said "look, why don't I try and screw you? My dick is smaller than
yours". He didn't seem convinced then paused and finally said "you can
screw me as long as you don't cum in me and as long as you suck me off
afterwards". It seemed like a good deal and a bad deal for each party
as I knew he didn't want me to screw him but was desperate for me to
get my lips around his cock and especially those low-swinging balls.
Then he added "and you have to swallow". With that he grinned and his
eyes lit up. I really didn't want to but thought it was the only way
of getting a deal so we agreed.

We reversed our positions and he instructed me what to do. Without any
first attempts he just assumed the position of his shoulders being on
the floor, bum in the air and head forward, not looking. I found it
all a bit messy but finally wiped off the goo from my fingers and
tried to guide my cock to his hole. "up a bit. Down a bit Charlie.
There, just push" he said as if manoeuvring one those furry toy cranes
you see at a fun fair. It was all very unsexy. I pushed my 6.5 inch
dick in and it met surprisingly little resistance. I knew I had to
thrust back and forth but I was balls-deep in him and there was little
sensation. I went back and forth but it kept coming out so I kept it
in deep. Problem was it didn't have much sensation like that. Tim
growled "Look Charlie, you need to make sure the tip rubs against my
ring piece - don't put it in so deep and when you nearly pop out, push
forward again". His annoyance did nothing to make me more turned on or
in the moment. I reached forward and reached around and found him
limp. "Oh dear" I thought, I am no good at this. I started to lose my
erection and so I pulled out completely. I started to wank myself a
little to get it hard again but then in seconds I'd shot my load onto
the crack of his arse. "Jesus Christ Charlie - did you just spunk on
my arse you twat"? I had cum and felt embarrassed so offered to clean
it all up. Once that was done the bargain had to be fulfilled so I
insisted he clean as much Vaseline off his dick before I sucked it
which he did.

He spun around, kneeling in front of me and said with a grin "right
suck me like the little poof you are". It was the first time he'd ever
called me that and whilst it was said in jest, it hurt a little. I
opened my mouth wide and stuck his balls in, as per the magic formula.
"No, this time I want you to lie on your back Charlie". I laid back
and he gently lowered himself on to my face and pushed his balls down
and into my mouth. "Suck hard, Charlie. Suck them down but don't
bite". I obeyed and tried to tongue his balls as he jerked himself
off. He then got up a little, spun around and lowered himself down
again' "Suck them again". This time he lowered himself down and my
nose wedged under his arsehole. There was a manly, musky odour that
surprised me as not entirely unpleasant - unlike the smell of faeces
when I withdrew my dick from him in my aborted attempt to fuck him. He
lifted up and down a little tugging his balls in my mouth as he did so
and then pressing back down and covering my nose with his arse. I was
starting to suffocate a little and pushed him away. "Right, now I want
you to just suck the tip and stick your tongue in my japs eye
Charlie". With that he turned around, sat on my chest and offered his
big tool down to my lips. It was more like kissing the end of his dick
than surrounding it with my mouth. "I want you to wank me off until I
come" and with that he took his right hand away and then lowering it
between my legs with the middle finger, found my own rose bud. As I
wanked him furiously, all the while licking his slit he tugged at his
balls with his left hand and then lifted his right, putting his middle
finger in his mouth and then returned it between my legs and pushed it
back to my hole. This time he found it quickly and pushed his finger
right in. "Well, we need to loosen this up a bit for you, don't we".
As his finger dug away in me and I continued my oral and hand assault
on him, I could feel him getting nearer. That familiar tightening of
the skin, the oozing of lots of precum, the swelling increasing all
the while until it was rock hard and the noises he was making - albeit
at a low volume so we weren't heard - they all said the same thing and
I knew what was coming my way. "Shit, I'm coming Charlie, get ready
for it" and with that he unloaded jet after jet of his throat cream
into my mouth, every last stinking, slimy drop of it. True to my word
I gobbled it up and, as per any previous incidents, it made me gag. I
had been hard again with him fingering my hole but this salty
onslaught made me limp. I've seen a few porn stars online that shoot
more than he did but most wouldn't compare to the sheer volume he
could produce then. As he slowly emptied his unsavoury protein down my
throat, his cock began to shrink a little and was removed from my
mouth and the middle finger removed from my sore butt hole. I felt
like a page had been turned in our diary. I would be trying anal again
but would need to practice on my own a little first. I was no longer
as interested in Tim as I had been before - especially seeing him
submissive in front of me, not enjoying it. Don't get me wrong, if I
could have had 24/7 access to him I'd have jumped at the chance but I
wasn't going to beg or be used like I had been before. Things had
changed.

We cleaned up and got dressed again. I still hadn't lost my virginity
but was probably a step closer. That was the penultimate time we ever
did anything and there were no more attempts at anal with him. He was
right - he was too big for most people, especially a 15 year old
virgin who didn't know what to do. Given his better-than-average
looks, great cock (prob 7+ inches, very thick, veiny and nicely shaped
with lots of cum) and muscled body, he'd probably be able to have done
decent porn acting when he was 18/19 as he would have been then. He
certainly didn't take much to get him hard, long before Viagra had
been invented, and he was very sexually confident back then. Maybe
still is?!

True to his word he came and removed that moped the following evening
but never did tell me what happened to my bike. I think I knew the
answer but at least I got something out of it I guess, even if things
didn't go exactly as planned.

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