Madz the Unruly Student Chapter 6

Madz,

the Unruly Student

Book 1

“Away, Away, just Away!”

Ruwen Rouhs

Email: ruwenrouhs@hotmail.de

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Chapter 6

Fun with Helmes

I dawdled home. It was not even four o'clock. What was I supposed to do with rest of the afternoon? The pictures I had seen in my class teacher's thick book were still running around in my head. Not those of the temples with their great columns, not those of the splendidly dressed deities, no, of course the picture of Ganymede and Zeus, but also that of Hermes, the messenger of the gods, who was naked except for his winged helmet, and of Pan, who played a flute, and of the satyr, who was half-man and half-goat. Was Pan and the satyr the same deity? I had to figure that out, especially because Pan’s cock was so thin. It looked like from that of the goat man who was about tup the goat. Can I ask my class teacher about it? After all, he had left the book on the desk for me. Why shouldn’t I ask him?

Weenie, wiener, cock, dick, peter, woodie, hard-on! Those were the buzzwords that kept running wild in my head, until I finally remembered Helmes. What had Kalle told about his little brother at school? Yesterday, when I was in the toilet sitting on the potty during recess, I heard him tell his friend, "When I am hard I sneak with Helmes to the hayloft, there he takes my cock in his mouth and sucks on it like a candy cane. He sucks until I spunk!" Kalle’s friend made "Geez!" and sniggered. "Why don't you try it, too? I'm sure your little brother likes to suck candy canes, also."

As soon as dinner was over I jumped up, "I'm going with the others to the wooded edge of the valley, the Steepl. We want to wait there for the beginning of May Day!" "No, no, no!” Mom opposed, “You have to be home before it is completely dark! You are not allowed to stay out after midnight and sure not to the early morning hours.” When I looked displeased, she tried to cheer me up, “Tomorrow is supposed to be a sunny day. I’m going for a walk with Teacher Gerstle and he wants you along also. So be on time, Magnus!" I was even disappointed. A walk with the school principal, I pondered, geez! I have to invent a pretext. I'm not going for that walk! And away I went with grumpy face.

In front of Helmes' father's small farm, his little sister, s'Gertrudle, was feeding chickens. "Helmes? He is upstairs! He takes a shit! Go upstairs, I guess he got stuck in the toilet hole!"

The door to the toilet was open a crack and I peeked in. Helmes was sitting on the toilet throne with his eyes closed and his head crimson with exertion. His butt was hanging over the hole and his woodie was pointing towards me. He squeezed and moaned. Finally, announced by a long fart, something big fell through the downpipe and landed with a loud plop in the pit. Relieved, Helmes sighed deeply and opened his eyes. My sight startled him and quickly slipped his shirttail over the stiff prick.

"Oh, it's you, Mak!" he said with relief, "I thought it was s’Gertrudle. She's always peeping! She always wants to see how I look down here, look at my dick." With that, he pushed his shirttail back up, grabbed a sheet of newspaper and wiped his bottom clean. As he did so, he moaned, "If only the newsprint wasn't so hard. I'm going to rub my whole hole sore."

When I saw the hard brick of Helmes, I immediately got a hard-on too. I grinned at him, "At home I always close the toilet door. No one is allowed to watch me, especially not my sister." "But you had fun watching, your brick is all stiff!" Helmes, who had pulled up his pants in the meantime, poked me in the crotch.

I took that as an invitation, "It's still early. Will you come with me to my hiding place up in the woods on the other side of the river, to the hillside? From there we can look at the village and see what is happening down there." When Helmes hesitated, "I'll let you see my new hiding place. It’s secret, no one else knows it." Then I put on a mysterious face, "If you want, we can play around there." To hint what I am was thinking about, I pushed my left hand into the trouser pocket with a hole and played the pocket piano. When he looked uncertain, I encouraged him, "Neither s'Gertrudle nor Kalle nor anyone else will find us there."

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I had set up my new hideout three weeks ago. It was located halfway up the hillside, where a steeply sloping meadow led into the forested slope. At the edge of the forest, high hazel, hawthorn and elder bushes stood close together, and in between spindle trees stretched out towards the light. The small trail that led up through the meadow ended at a blackthorn thicket and then continued into a forest of young copper beeches. At the beginning of the forest, the trees were still so densely packed that anyone following the path further into the gloomy forest would not notice my hideout among the hazel bushes. From the meadow the hiding place was shielded from view by a brushwood pile and a field of stinging nettle.

The hideout itself, a shallow almost level hollow between the hazel bushes, was wide enough for a sack I had filled with dry leaves. Overhead in the branches I had tied down a holey tarp that could keep out light rain. Standing upright, one could see over the brushwood pile and nettles down into the valley and to Gondersdorf, which stretched up the opposite valley slope. The view could roam over the church, the rectory and school to the small limestone plateau, which was overgrown with pines. Upstream was the next village, a larger one where the physician had his office and where stores were situated that were missing in Gondersdorf. The one I liked especially was the small photo store where I had my photographs developed.

It was still bright when Helmes and I turned off the village road and walked past the soccer field, over the bridge, and then up the steep slope. On the way we played tag, that is, we chased each other and each tried to touch the other. Up the steep slope we got out of breath and slowed down and began to wrestle. Who started the fight was not of importance, but whoever won was allowed to grab the other's butt or crotch. The loser acknowledged that with squeals of protest.

At the upper end of the meadow, which was overlooked by my hiding place, I directed Helmes along the path deeper into the forest and then abruptly pulled him between the dense bushes. He was startled, not only because he stumbled but also because there was a sudden loud jingle. "My alarm!" I laughed, as he winced, "Look, if someone tries to enter, he will trip over the taut wire on the ground connected to branches with tin lids. The tin lids will bang to each other and rattle."

Between the bushes, an almost invisible game trail led past a bramble thicket to my hideout between the hazels at the edge of the forest. Helmes was surprised when we squeezed into the narrow hiding place under the tarp and suddenly stood on the bags padded with leaves covering the stony ground. On the branches that bordered my hiding place on the sides, glittered glass balls and tinsel formerly adorning Christmas trees. "Great!" was all Helmes stammered as I sat down and pulled him next to me onto the sack.

From my pocket I fished out the bag of raspberry candy, "You'll get some of that later." I grinned and dug deeper into my pocket and out came three cubes. "Hmm? Shall we play with these and that one?" with that Helmes pointed to the bump that was clearly visible between my legs. I winked at him, "Don't be afraid! We roll the dice to see who gets to start. Whoever has the most eyes may tell the other what to do and then other must obey. You got the rule? If the loser has then done what he was ordered, then the winner must do the same!"

"Hmm? I don't get it!"

"Well, if you have the most eyes and say, "Mak pull my shirt out of my pants!" then I have to pull your shirt out of your pants. If it's out, then you have to pull mine out, also! Got it?"

Helmes immediately rolled 11 eyes and won. He stuck to the rules of the game and since he couldn't think of anything better, he repeated. "Mak pull my shirt out of my pants!" I did, and then Helmes pulled mine out. In the next round, I rolled eight and Helmes rolled six. "Open my fly" was my command. A second later we were both sitting across from each other with the pants open. In the next round I rolled more eyes than he. "Nobbie, show weenie!" I demanded. Helmes knew the command, because a neighbor boy always gave this order to his little brother Nobbie when he suspected that the little boy was about to pee in his pants. "But I don't have to pee!" he grinned, but dutifully pushed his underpants down a hand's breadth so that the reddened end of his cock was sticking out.

I was surprised. Helmes’ foreskin was completely pushed back and the mushroom was shining all raspberry red. My foreskin, on the other hand, always covered the glans, whether my dick was hard or flaccid. "Gosh, can I touch it?" I asked, pointing at his mushroom and simultaneously nestling mine out of my pants.

"Yours much bigger, bigger than Kalle's!" Helmes marveled, "But you have to push it back?" "Do you mean the foreskin? I can only get it halfway back," and I looked closely at his dick. "Let me try it. My foreskin didn't slip back at first, also. Kalle has shown how to get my knob out. Look, my knob is sticking all the way out! Look!" When Helmes wanted to push my foreskin back, I protested, "Not now. Keep rolling the dice."

This time Helmes managed the full number of dice, 18. "Now I lick your mushroom, Mak, and then you lick mine!" He bent over, stuck his tongue out and began licking my cock head all around.

"Now you!" he then demanded. I was unsure. Helmes' shitty underpants were adorned with yellow stains. "I don't know," I hesitated, "I'm sure your peter tastes like piss.” He shook his heads, “No, just try!” he ordered. "Kalle likes it! I like his too. Come on! Come on!" he shook with excitement. With the tip of my tongue I carefully touched his mushroom and then looked up at Helmes "Your knob looks like a raspberry candy. Does it taste like that?" I asked and after a first lick, I stated, Not bad! Tastes more like an iron nail.”

Helmes was a year younger than me and correspondingly smaller and also quite skinny. His stiff peter was not much longer than my middle finger, but thinner except for the knob. I pushed Helmes on his back, pulled down his briefs, opened my mouth a little and took his peter in my mouth. Suddenly I was overcome by the desire to bite into it. "May I bite into it, into your cock, your weenie?" I laughed, "It looks like a small sausage, a wiener! "No!" Not, Kalle did it once! It hurt!" and he pushed my head back. "Shall I or won't you?" asked I. When Helmes nodded, I took the end of his wiener in my mouth and began to suck on it.

"Not this way! You have to take it all the way in your mouth and then let it out again. Then you have to pop up and down with your head, again and again. Otherwise it's no fun." Now I began to suck his wiener like an icicle. Up, Down, Up, Down!" Soon Helmes moaned, "That’s great_, Mak, so good! I like it! Go ahead, you're better than Kalle! He always scratches with his teeth."

He grinned contentedly, but then he became impatient, "Now it's my turn, lie back!" Helmes immediately took my cock completely in his mouth, began to suck like crazy. In doing so, his head popped up and down, faster and faster. This was great!

I was disappointed when he unexpectedly suggested that. "We could suck both at the same time." He lay down next to me, turned around a way that his head came to lie between my legs and mine between his. Immediately I got how this should work.

The new game was great. Helmes’ wiener tasted good now, no longer a bit like piss and better than at the beginning. However, it didn't taste like raspberry either, just great. After a few seconds, I was overcome with the desire to increase the speed of popping up and down on Helmes’ cock faster and faster. Helmes also seemed to feel alike and soon our heads were popping like crazy. In! Out! In! Out! Suddenly, Helmes stopped, let my cock slip out of his mouth and protested. "Mak, you peed in my mouth, geez!" "I did not!" I protested, "I just squirted. I squirted jizz, that’s the white stuff that comes out my dick when I am wanking. I couldn't hold it back." After a few deep gasps, I prompted him. "Do it too, or can't you squirt?" "I can’t! But Kalle can." "Does Kalle’s jizz taste good? Mine tastes like nothing. Try it again Helmes. I want to know how yours tastes!"

While Helmes continued to struggle and began to sweat, my hand began to caress his pointed buttocks as if by itself. Especially the crack between the two skinny buttocks teased me. I ran my index finger up and down the entire crack from the tip of his sacral bone to his ball-sack. Then I felt for his poop hole. When I remembered Helmes had just sat on the toilet before, I tarried. I didn't want to get my finger dirty after all. But Helmes seemed to like that and he stopped sucking. "Put your finger in my butt hole!" he demanded. When I was teasing his hole he urged me, "Put it all the way in! Deeper!" and pushed back his butt. At first my forefinger didn't enter, but suddenly I was in, first up to the first knuckle, then all the way. As I began to push my finger in and out, Helmes begged, "Go on! Faster Mak! You have to push your finger in deep and pull it out again! Do it faster, do it! Oh, oh!" suddenly he began to pant, pushed his dickie very deep into my mouth, began to tremble and then it went limp.

While Helmes lay panting on his back, the evening bell began to ring in the village. Helmes jumped up, pulled up his pants, "I have to hurry back, otherwise moma will scold. Come!" On the way home I wondered, "You liked to have my finger in your poop hole? Am I right?" At first Helmes shook his head and then he admitted, "Yes, I like it. But you mustn't tell anyone, promise?" When he saw my nod, he confessed something unexpected, "Kalle always sticks his dick into my hole, first his finger and then his dick. Then he fucks me like crazy till he squirts." After this confession Helmes put his hand on my arm, "Please Mak, don’t tell anybody, otherwise Kalle will stop it. I like to get screwed. If you want, you can do me too! It's better than sucking!"

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Authors Note

This is the English version of the story posted in German language. My native language is German and my English is very inept. I hope you don’t mind.

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