Date: Fri, 20 Jul 2018 10:08:49 -0400 From: Robbie Robot Subject: HALF TERM HICCUP PART FIVE HALF TERM HICCUP HALF TERM HICCUP PART FIVE © 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 FOUR Jake was stupefied, he was naked in a strange bed and now two young strangers were looking at him. He moved to cover his dicket which was still hard and stiff following the fuck session and he was embarrassed. To his horror Tim who was sitting beside him beat him to it. He felt a touch, a warm touch, fingers stroking his slim shaft, the warm tinglings returned. He sat up wide awake and worried. "Nice dick," said Tim and Jake groaned as a moist hot mouth swallowed his pricklet. PART FIVE Jake could not believe it as he watched Jake's brother suck his cocklet, the hot enclosing warmth was so like and yet unalike Reece's, the smaller tongue moved lazily across his glans, the softer skin of Tim's tongue rasping gently sensual against the exposed skin of his dickhead and he grunted as the wave of delight formed and rolled through him, several tingling wavelets following on, sweeping along his newly awoken sexual nerves. He grunted even more heavily as Tim's mouth sucked even harder and then the all-encompassing moist heat was gone. "Hey no juice, you fucked all the cum out of him bruv?" Jake opened his eyes to see Tim sitting there his lips wet with saliva, his hand still stroking Jake's slim pencil rod. "Nah, he ain't dropped his balls yet," smirked Reece and Jake's eyes goggled as he realised Reece's younger brother Sammy was mouth deep on Reece's cock, `he's better than I am,' was his immediate thought before the rush of pleasure broke his thoughts as Tim's mouth returned to his teencocklet. Suddenly he was floating along the waves of delicious sensations, drowning as before in the tingling warmth's that ransacked his body and mind sending his head soaring with the joys he had so recently discovered. He moaned and sighed, his hands stroking Tim's head, directing his new abuser and noting how quickly Tim knew and understood what was required. The waves of pleasure rose and rose and his aroused level of need bounded along, he felt he was a surfer plying his board along the white-tailed wavelets, allowing the showers of sensual sprays to fan his ardour. Jake grunted as his imagined board dipped into a furrow, the sprays of joy soaring around and above him and then his board flipped and the tingling itch reached the explosive end, fountaining within his empty sac, making the nerves squirm as they tried to goad the small spheres to move downwards and grow. He juddered as his teencocklet pulsed and throbbed, the piss slit gaping and gasping as he climaxed heatedly inside the hot swallowing sucking mouth of Reece's brother. "Fuck, fuck, fuck fuuuuuuucccccckkkkkk," Jake screamed, a hand closing over his screaming mouth to silence his shout. "Quiet, Jake!" Reece hissed, "You'll wake mum and dad, Tim keep his noise down!" "Mmmpppfffhhh," was all Jake could reply as Tim's mouth moved from his dicklet to his mouth, he instinctively sucked the slim fleshy tip into his mouth, noticing that Tim's tongue was clearly not as big as Reece's but it was like quicksilver inside his mouth, darting around to slick and lick against his own tongue, cheeks, teeth and palate. Tim's arms came around him, capturing him, softening any noises he was making. Once quietened as his climax subsided, a gentle soft fingering of his teendicklet caused even more rapture and his shouts became moans and sighs as the tender massage caused his horny lust to rise and bloom. "Nice boydick," Tim's voice was soft in his ear. "Nearly as long as mine but so slim," Jake heard the admiration and he glanced down at Tim's body. He saw the fat boycocklet standing stiff and proud, `Fuck his dick is bigger than mine and wider too,' he envied the younger boy jealously inside his head. Knowing more about male to male joys after his session with Reece, Jake reached out his teenage hand and touched the fleshy boytoy. Tim's cocklet pulsed and jerked as he did so and Jake could see the darker crimson tip poke out, the slit gently opening and closing. For a few minutes Jake explored Tim's boyness, tugging the foreskin back to expose the so pretty helmet, the shape a pointed heart and the colour a deep glowing pink. He stroked the shaft, sensing the spongy inner, always comparing his own teen treasure with Tim's boy toyrod and envied the younger boy when with each comparison Tim was the clear winner. His own slim pencil was stiff and pulsed between them, jerking against Tim's body but Jake knew it was his turn to make Tim feel good. He ran his exploring fingers over Tim's squidgy sack, feeling the small bumps that hung there, ready but not yet able, so unlike his empty fold of skin and becoming easily more like Reece's. `Won't be long before he spunks' he thought envious again as his own teensac quaked in response to his mental envious deliberations. "Does he suck?" he heard Tim ask his brother. Feeling slightly insulted Jake quickly proved he could. He sucked the sweet cocklet into his mouth with a very quick swallowing action and batted the exposed tip with his tongue. "He's not too bad," he heard Reece reply and strove to prove he could be just as proficient as Tim had been. He discovered that Tim smelt very different from Reece, he had just a slight salty lemony scent, there was no overpowering musk to urge Jake on but the throbbing helmet in his mouth sent messages along his tongue and he suckled and slicked away, rasping his tonguetip against the delicate nerve endings of the stretchy satiny skin that was attached to the piss-slit. Tim's guttural moan had a deeper tone than Jake would have expected but he continued his exploration of Tim's stiff boyprick. Tim's hand on his head pushing him down and then further down allowed him to accept not just Tim's boydick but his sac inside his mouth, he recalled the extra pleasure that this had given him when Reece had done it to him and he sucked hard, his lips against Tim's groin as he orally ravished the boy treasure inside his mouth. Tim's sudden thrusting caused no shock, Jake just redoubled his actions, taking his pace from Tim's rhythm and then Tim was there. Jake felt the slight pause, the slight tensing and then the treasures inside his mouth throbbed and swelled and jerked and he felt Tim shuddering as he came. Tim trembled and shook, almost impaling Jake on the bed as his climax rocked him. Jake held on as Tim's forceful thrusts slowed and abated, leaving only the gentle warmth of the quivering glans in his mouth. "Good suck," Tim whispered and eased his boydick out of Jake's mouth before moving so they could kiss. "I like you," whispered Tim as he once more gently fingered Jake's teencocklet, "and it's nice you can't spunk yet, we can have a lot of fun together," he giggled and quickly rubbed Jake's shaft, working the foreskin up and down and around Jake's cockhead, Jake gasping and groaning with the delight that pleasured his senses. As they lay there they heard a gentle purring and then the bed shook, Jake looked over where he could see Sammy's head bobbing swiftly up and down between Reece's legs. Reece was writhing, his hand stuck across his mouth to quieten his sounds as he came, his body jerking and twitching, his shuddering's shaking the bed even more and then he went limp and sank slowly back into the mattress. Jake watched as Sammy kept his head down on Reece's teenrod, he watched as the boy's cheeks moved, clearly continuing to swallow and finally his head lifted up. Jake smiled as Sammy's clear happiness was displayed across his face, the boy's facial expression was full of delighted joy and he could see a slight drool that he knew was Reece's spunk falling from one side of his mouth. As he watched Reece's finger appeared and stroked the flowing drips towards Sammy's lips. Sammy obediently licking the gleaming dew. A distant noise sounded through the closed door. "Mum and dad are up," announced Tim, "fun's over for the moment," he said sadly and Reece reached for the duvet to cover themselves up. It was a hardly a moment too soon as the door opened wide and a tousled head of hair appeared. "Up lazybugs,"it said and disappeared. "That was dad," explained Reece, "come on guys, we got breakfast to prepare." Naked he stepped out of the bed and strode to where his clothes lay, hooking out a pair of Hanes trunks he put them on, Jake could only stare at the bulge that seemed constant between Reece's legs. Tim and Sammy he noticed were already climbing out of the bed and slipping on their own briefs. Sammy wore a pair of slim briefs with Spiderman on the front, Jack saw the mask bulge slightly where Sammy's boy cocklet pushed the briefs outwards. Tim had slid on a pair of trunks, light blue with dark blue stripes; Jack could see the prominent bulge in the front where Tim's pricklet tented the trunks. Jack had to step out of the bed naked, his own teen pricklet proud and waving, he looked for the trunks he had worn the previous night, the ones Reece had borrowed for him. "You can't put those on!" Reece grabbed his hand and Jack dropped the trunks to the floor. "Tim get him a clean pair of yours, his own stuff is just so rank". Jack was embarrassed as Reece spoke but he knew he was right, somehow he had to make his mother buy `proper' underwear for him. Tim swiftly disappeared and just as quickly reappeared clutching something in his hand, he chucked them at Jack who blushingly dragged them on, he noticed how nice the material felt against his skin and looked down, he was wearing a bright red pair of trunks, he checked the label, `Tommy Hilfiger' was embroidered around the waistband and he had to just open the wardrobe door to look at himself in the mirror. He saw the same Jack as he had before but the bright red trunks seemed glued to his body and followed his natural curves and the slim bulge which protruded from the fly. He turned this way and that and then realised that Reece and his brothers were watching him. Embarrassed he went nearly crimson all over. "I've never worn something like this," he said somewhat embarrassed and ashamed. "They look good on you," grinned Reece, his smile broad and supportive. "Nearly as good as me," smirked Tim and then he walked over and turned Jack towards the mirror, standing behind him he looked over Jack's shoulder and Jack watched as Tim's hand slipped inside the trunks and began to caress his dick, `It feels so good,' he said to himself and could not stop himself from leaning back to relax against Tim, his arse coming to rest against Tim's throbbing boydicklet, `Fuck it feels so hard,' Jack thought and then stared at the mirror in horror, `How old is Tim?" he wondered and then asked out aloud. "Tim's ten and Sammy's eight," Reece replied, "you two look good together," he added which made Jack feel hot and bothered. "Boys," came the fainter sound of their father through the door. "Fun later," whispered Tim in Jack's ear as he eased his hand out of the red trunks. Jack watched them head out of the bedroom and shook himself before following them, after a final look in the mirror where his teen pricklet seemed the biggest he had known it. He joined the queue in the bathroom to wash hands and then stumbled along after Sammy; Tim leading the way downstairs. In the kitchen Jack saw the tall figure of whom he assumed was Reece's father. He was standing by the cooker and wielding a spatula over a frying pan, the delicious smell of frying bacon wafted in the air and Jack felt his mouth moisten. "This is Jack, dad, he's staying for a couple of days over half-term," Reece walking towards the cupboards spoke over his shoulder. Reece's father turned and smiled at Jack, "Hi Jack," waving the spatula, then he added, "whose turn to set your mother's tray?" before Jack had a chance to reply. His "pleased to meet you," was lost in the shout from Tim. "My turn dad," the ten year old rushed to take the tray Reece was holding and then Jack watched as the three boys scurried around the kitchen, Tim setting the tray whilst Reece and Sammy laid the table. "Don't forget to set a place for Jack," Reece reminded Sammy as he placed cutlery on the pine table. Jack felt somewhat out of place and then Reece spoke to him, "Jack can you reach the plates behind you, the white ones please." Glad to be of some help Jack reached up to grab the plates and followed Sammy around the table placing the plates between the knives and forks. "Mum's plate," Reece's father called out and Tim handed him a similar white plate. "Toast," was the next request and Tim already by the toaster lifted out the two slices and placed them on a smaller plate. The boy's father then loaded the plates along with a small teapot onto the tray and Tim carefully carrying the loaded tray headed out of the kitchen. "Sorry Jack to ignore you but this is our regular Sunday routine," Jack's father held out a hand and Jack shook it. Jack could see similarities between Reece and his father, the same chin and eyebrows and similar coloured hair. He also noticed that Reece's father was wearing shorts under his apron. "Thanks it's all right Mr Callen," Jack replied politely, "my family has its own routines" and he suddenly felt sad recalling the different routines now that his parents no longer lived together. "Okay boys, whose turn to cook?" Mr Callen called out waving the spatula. "Me, me," grinned Sammy. Jack watched as Mr Callen tied an apron over Sammy's nearly naked body and placing a small stool before the stove stood him on it and then stood behind him, directing. "You can do the toast," Jack heard Reece who was close beside him, "two pieces each please," he pointed to the bread sitting beside the toaster. Jack set to, observing the others. Reece was busy making the tea, putting teabags into a large teapot and pouring the boiling water from the electric kettle. Sammy was concentrating on his cooking with Mr Callen helping him turn the eggs. Tim arrived back and went to the fridge to bring out a carton of orange juice which he placed on the table and added glasses to the settings. In a short time the breakfast was ready and Jack sat down beside Reece opposite Tim and Sammy with Mr Reece sitting at the head of the table. The only sound was the clattering of knives and forks and glasses and cups as they devoured the meal. Jack realised just how hungry he was as he sat down and joined in the fray with gusto. He was just putting marmalade on is second piece of toast when he felt Reece's hand slide between his legs. Shocked he turned to look at Reece who meekly grinned and then winked devilishly as he squeezed Jack's groin, Jack felt his teenage cocklet swiftly thicken at the touch and he went bright red. He looked at Mr Callen who did not seem to have noticed anything. He looked across at Reece's brothers who were grinning like Cheshire cats. "Bathroom's free," rang the sound of a woman's voice from upstairs. "Okay boys, me first," Mr Callen rose from the table sipping the last dregs from his teacup, "You lot do the washing up and clearing away, then shower please. You know what time we leave for church," with that he sauntered out of the kitchen. Jack watched Mr Callen's retreating back, his eyes drawn to the taut shorts that appeared glued to the muscular globes of his masculine backside; he twitched as he felt a tingle spark inside him. Jack felt Reece's hand close around his pulsing teen dicklet and he moaned. "My turn," said Sammy and before Jack knew what was happening Reece's brother had slid under the table and then he felt a hot moistness on his teencocklet, Reece had eased it through the fly of the trunks, Jack had never even felt Reece undoing the fly buttons. Horrified and yet excited Jack tensed as the pleasure began, he looked down at Sammy's head which was bobbing up and down over his pricklet, sucking him all the way inside his mouth. "Enjoy," whispered Reece and Jack sat back frozen in place and yet heavily excited as Reece and Tim began to clear up the table. Jack moaned quietly as the familiar pleasure mounted inside him once more, his eyes closed as the sparkling lights flitted across his eyelids, the pleasure and delight was so great he forgot where he was and when Sammy tugged at the trunks he raised his backside so Sammy could slide the trunks down to his ankles. Sammy sucked Jack's cocklet, licking hard at the exposed glans and tickling his tongue tip around and inside the piss slit. His young hand slid up and down Jack's slim shaft, working the foreskin across the ridge as his tongue slickered over the crimson pink cockhead. Jack grabbed the edge of the chair with his hands as his lust soared inside him, the special stars winked and blinked and flared and sparkled with greater and greater intensity and then he tensed as the tingle exploded into orgasmic joy. Jack shook and shuddered still grasping the chair tightly, steadying his juddering body as his cocklet pulsed and throbbed inside Sammy's mouth, thrusting upward with delirious abandon as the so recently discovered sensual joys and delights of oral sex once again claimed him and sent his mind soaring and swirling in orgasmic pleasure. "Ohh, uuuugghhhh, ohhhhhhhh, mmmmpppphhhhhh," Tim's hand clapped itself across his moaning mouth, deadening the ecstatic sounds he was almost shrieking. "Hey moaner, keep it down," hissed Tim, "don't spoil it for us, mum and dad are up an about." The hand remained in place, Jake tasting the soapy flavour where Tim had been drying up the breakfast things. "S, s, s, soo, sorry," he managed to mumble and Tim released his hold. "I like you're dick," Sammy beamed up at him as he continued to lick Jake's teenboycrayon, his pink tongue sliding over the squidgy boysac and up the slim shaft to tickle the tingling crimson pink glans that gleamed saliva wet in the sunlight streaming through the window. Jake slumped in the chair only moving as Reece bent down to edge his trunks back up. "Mum'll be down any mo," he smirked, "can't have you naked and you're dick stiff and hanging out," he chuckled. Jake sat there stupefied but the warm tingling continued and he knew he could, no wanted to do it again and again and again. "It's just mates having fun,' he kept repeating to himself and licked his tongue around his mouth, recalling what Reece's flooding teenprick had felt and tasted like. He glanced at his schoolmate, seeing the bulge between Reece's legs and knowing what lay hidden behind the close fitting material and knew he wanted to taste and swallow it again. The soft footsteps brought him back to earth and he huddled himself under the tabletop as Reece's mother entered. He could see Reece had inherited her cheekbones and there was a similarity about her lips. "Hello?" she spoke enquiringly looking at him. "That's Jake, mum," Reece butted in casually, "he's staying a bit over half-term." "Oh," she said and held out her hand to Jake who took it and shook it, "pleased to meet you," she said. "Thanks Mrs Callen," Jake replied sitting close to the table, his trunks swelled and pulsed as his teenpricklet continued to throb out of her sight. "Thanks for my breakfast boys," she laughed as she spoke and slipping up behind the three boys she slapped them lightly on their backsides, "but its shower time and," she sniffed the air, "boy do you all need that." Cries of "Mum!" and "Oh mother," and laughter echoed within the kitchen. "Come on Jake," Reece moved towards the doorway, his brother following suit. Reddening Jake stood up and doing his best to keep his back to Mrs Callen who was intent on finishing the clearing up, he embarrassed hurriedly joined them as they trooped upstairs. Mr Callen was just exiting the bathroom as they approached. He wore a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair was still damp. "All yours boys, clean up your messes," he said and Jake watched as he strode past them; from the back Jake could see similarities in Reece's posture in relation to his fathers as he compared the two of them. Once more the movement of Mr Callen's rear moving underneath the towel caused a tingling rise inside Jack. Inside the bathroom Jack watched as Sammy, naked climbed into the bath and started the shower. Tim and Reece removed their trunks and Jake's mouth dropped open as he watched Tim kneel down and began to suck Reece's teendick, he watched with increasing excitement and interest as Tim easily managed to suck and swallow the fat fleshy tube. "Strip Jake," Reece commanded and Jake did that, he moved close, Reece reaching out to caress his teenpricklet, bringing his passion roaring back. "Closer," Reece tugged him right beside him, pulling him by his prick and Jake clutched at Reece's body to steady himself as Tim took his cocklet into his mouth alongside Reece's, he could not believe how amazing it felt, his cocklet rubbing against Reece's spongy stiff teenrod, their satiny skins rubbing up against each other as Tim's hot saliva and Reece's juices were licked and mouthed across them. Jake felt Reece's head move and then they were kissing and the awesome delights flared and flamed. Jake's head spun as he was aroused from three different directions, first Tim's dual sucking, then Reece's kisses and finally Reece's finger sliding in between his legs and up inside his teenpussy to but his teenbud that pulsed and swelled. Jake's head swam in encircling circles as the joys he was feeling, the exquisite pleasures mounted and heightened and burned within his body. `It's too much,' he thought as his overwrought nerves swelled and throbbed, the delicious tingling joys exploding into even greater joys and delights. Suddenly the mouth, the kiss and the fingers disappeared and Jake reeled clutching the washstand to help support him, he opened his eyes and saw Tim was positioned down on all fours; Reece was kneeling behind him and ramming his cock deep and hard into Tim's boypussy. For an insane moment Jake felt a severe jealousy as he watched Reece fuck his brother. One hand slid off the washstand to touch and stroke his own teenpricklet, his head and mind imagining what it must feel like to be Tim. He gasped hard as he watched the fleshy tube slide back and forth, the glistening teencock punching hard at the tight hole, Tim moaning his body moving in syncopated rhythm with Reece's pounding. Jake could feel his own desire glowing and rising as he watched the slimy shaft slide back and forth, his fingers flew along his teencocklet, rubbing desperately at his foreskin, kneading the loose skin around the ridge of his glans, relishing the waves of pleasure that rocked within his body, the cosmic lights orbiting across his eyes, even as he watched Reece fuck his brother. Tim was panting now, his torso writhing and shaking, his waist reddened where Reece's hands clasped tight. He could feel the fat dickhead pound his inner bud, the little bulge repeatedly being battered by the sliding shaft of his brothers cock. He felt the explosion coming, the tickling tingle that suddenly flared up beyond pleasure to rollicking delight and he grunted, his boypussy collapsing around his brother's dick as he had his dry cum, the membrane vibrating around the swollen teenshaft as his boyjoy flared and flamed. Jake watched entranced as he observed Tim's orgasmic pleasure, his own flared in time with the boy and he also experienced a heightened mini climax that sent a warming tingling delight flushing through his mind and body. Tim growled, another hot explosion was already on the way and Jake, somehow in synch with Tim was joining him on the orgasmic trail. Both Tim and Jake shivered and trembled and shuddered almost in time with each other as exquisite boyjoy claimed them once more. Jake's fingers flew along and up and down his pencil dicklet, instinct and Reece's teachings allowing him to pleasure himself to its fullest as Tim rode his brother's rod to orgasmic perfection. Reece growled heavily, he bent forward over Tim's body, his hand pulling Tim's head around. In that strange position they managed to kiss, kiss hard and devouringly as Reece fucked hard and deep, releasing his sperms in a quick juddering series of thrusts, Jake stiff and proud, toyed with his teenpricklet, teasing his teenjoy to its utmost before the final flare of tingling excitement washed up and over him. Tim rubbed his own fleshy boycocklet extending his own pleasure to its utmost. "Shower quickly!" Reece's command had them all moving, Sammy got out of the bath and Jake, Tim and Reece climbed in. Jake submitted to the water caresses as Reece took hold of the showerhead, spraying all three of them with the cooling hot water. Shower gel appeared on his hands and Jake found himself washing Reece's body as Reece washed Tim and Tim cleaned Jake. The sensual delight of the lathered suds on his body foamed into being by hands other than his own was a new and explosive delight for Jake. He experienced another mini dry cum and knew as his hands moved to Tim's body that the younger boy was sharing a similar joy. Both his and Tim's free hands were connected around Reece's shaft which quivered and jerked as they lathered the full length. Reece moaning and grunting as much as Tim and Jake did, their lusty sounds drowned by the sound of the falling water. Reece showered the lather away from each of them, Jake watched as Tim knelt down to suck Reece's dick and then the three climbed out. Jake drying himself with the towel was amazed when Tim once more knelt down to suck Reece. Sammy grabbing a towel started to dry Tim as he continued to suck the fat dick in his mouth whilst Jake in a moment of understanding moved to help dry Reece who stood in the middle of the bathroom his young brother sucking his dick, his own hands on Tim's shoulders steadying himself as the orgasm rose within his balls. Jake observed everything that Tim did with his mouth and hands as he towelled his mate dry, storing up the information for future use. He sensed Reece's body tensing, steadying solidly for a minor second and then he watched as Tim's cheeks ballooned as his mouth was filled with Reece's spunk, not a single drip or drop escaped Tim's suctioning mouth and Jake bent down to see Tim's throat swallowing swiftly all that his brother's dick had spat into his mouth. Reece grabbed the towel of Jake and dried his cock and balls, "Now that's the way to shower," he grinned and flapped his towel at Jake, "Pity we can't do that in the school showers, eh?" and everyone laughed and giggled. All four boys cleaned their teeth, Jake using a spare toothbrush, "You can use that next time you stay over," Reece spluttered and mumbled as he cleaned his own teeth. Dried and cleaned the four stepped out of the bathroom. "Better go with Tim, Jake," Reece said, "you'll need clean clothes for church." Jake followed Tim and Sammy into their bedroom which was slightly bigger than Reece's. He hung back whilst Tim sorted through his wardrobe and then handed Jake a variety of garments. Jake chose a light blue short sleeved shirt which fitted him to a tee. A pair of long dark grey shorts with blue striped socks completed his outfit and he stared at the stranger before him in the mirror, `so unlike anything mum ever gets me' he said regretfully. "Hair," Tim jogged him in the side and as Jake turned he felt Tim smearing something on his head, then Tim's fingers worked his scalp and when he again looked in the mirror he could see the artfully spiked hair, `again nothing like I usually look,' he grinned broadly at himself in the mirror. `I look hot,' he gloated at the mirror image. "You make a cute threesome," Reece spoke from the doorway; he was dressed in a similar way to Jake, blue top with grey short but he wore red and white striped socks. "Better wear these trainers," Tim pushed a pair of hardly worn Nike Air Junior shoes at Jake who stood staring at the sneakers, they were miles beyond anything he had ever put on his feet. Quickly he put them on feeling the soft strength supporting his feet. "I feel like a million dollars," he said out loud and the others giggled and Reece slapped him on the back. "Nah you look more like a fifty quid tosser," Reece chuckled. All four headed downstairs where they lined up for inspection. "You'll do," Mrs Callen tugged gently at each of the spikey haired heads, she was proud of her brood and was already taking a liking to the still somewhat overawed and timid Jake, `Reece and the others will bring him out of himself in no time,' she said to herself. The church was within walking distance and Jake fell in beside Reece walking behind his parents. "You feel good now?" Reece spoke quietly. "No regrets about last night?" "No, not any," Jake smiled at his friend but his eyes fell again to the bulge between Reece's legs that always appeared to front Reece's progress. Reece followed his eyes, "more fun later," he whispered and his hand briefly brushed across Jake's groin producing an instant stiffy which Jake sought to control. "I can't go into church with a hardon," he whispered frantically in Reece's ear. "Don't worry, use a hymn book to cover it," Reece's whispered reply was so casual and normal sounding Jake was amazed. He grabbed the hymn book Reece handed him and followed him into one of the pews. He sat down and as he did so he felt a sharp pain as his teenpricklet pulsed and throbbed and became caught up inside his borrowed underwear. Jack twitched and then knelt down as he could see others doing. Kneeling straight upright he felt the pain lessen and wondered if he could get away with putting his hand down to sort out his tangled teenprick. Lost in his painful thoughts he was unaware of the movement beside him until he felt a hand stroke across his tented shorts, a wave of pleasure mixed with the pain and he gasped. END OF PART FIVE TO BE CONTINUED...?????????????????????????????? (Oh naughty, naughty, Wait just a minute! whose hand is being ungodly? Oh dear this Half-Term is really hiccupping all over the place, perhaps its time to put this story to term? Or do yiu want to find out which hand is not praying? Right you understand the procedure, if you do want more and really want me to continue this story then you have to write and tell me or this could really be the end of `Half-Term's Hiccups'. Don't forget if you like this then I have plenty more stories to whet your appetite, just look me up on nifty's prolific authors listing (https://www.nifty.org/nifty/authorslist.html scroll down to V for Van T Z Boi ) . 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