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Chapter
6
Stroud,
not all that far away from Bulahdelah, had a great collection of
convict ruins that my mother took me to see a few years earlier when
we were vacationing in Forster. I even mentioned it to Byron in
passing, but we weren’t about to linger, not when surfing
beckoned. Once the surfboards were checked for tightness on the
roof-racks and we were back in the car, I had a chance to think about
what Bruce and I talked about in the toilet. He had talked openly
about things that Blaine and I had difficulty whispering to each
other. I kept hearing his voice saying ‘it’s no big
deal’. At the same time, I remembered Byron’s hand
rubbing Blaine’s penis, the erratic jerks of Blaine’s
hips as he thrust back and forth. Whenever I masturbated him, he
always lay still and breathed deeply. As we left the park by the
river, I realised that my testicles felt strange. They were tingling.
It seemed like they were trying to tell me something. The same hand
that stroked Blaine’s penis had also touched them. After a
while I sat back, listened to the radio, and waited for the miles to
pass.
Beside
me, Blaine dozed in the morning sun. It was as if nothing had
happened, yet time and time again all I think of was what happened in
the toilet. And then there were the things that Bruce said to me
after Blaine and Byron went back young cutie nymphets
to the car. His voice repeated,
‘it’s no big deal’ until I was tired of hearing it,
but it was a big deal as far as I was concerned. I suppose it
appeared like I was sulking. They left me alone, staring silently out
the side window at the tall eucalypts, at the endless fence posts and
barbed wire. For a while I even began to think that I would have been
better off spending Christmas at Brindajari.
Even
driving at 60 mph for most of the way, it seemed to take us forever
to get into and through Taree, although it was hardly a busy
metropolis. It was a lot like Dubbo in that respect, although the
streets were only about half as wide. I couldn’t help but think
that at the rate we were going it would be midnight before we reached
Coff’s Harbour. However, once we were out of Taree the traffic
lessened to the occasional vehicle, the vast majority of which were
headed north.
On
the straight sections of road, Byron got the car up to cruising
speed, somewhere between 70 and 75 mph, which was a lot faster than
my grandmother drove on the way to Brindajari. Although the radio was
turned up, eventually we were too far away to get good reception, and
the static became unbearable. Bruce turned it off at Byron’s
request. The silence was momentary. A few minutes passed while he
searched through Byron’s collection of cassettes and found one
to listen to. The sound of ‘Surfin’ USA’ filled the
car. Again. It was almost too loud for me, although I liked the Beach
boys and it was one of my favourite songs.
The
miles slipped away. The next two hours passed while a half dozen
cassettes were played. By the time ‘Surfin’ USA’
was played for the fourth time even I was getting tired of hearing
it. I was content to sit back, keep my thoughts to myself and watch
the mile markers by the side of the road. What I was thinking about
didn’t change, but the scenery changed, from coastal forest to
farmland, to prime dairy cattle farming, to sheep. Then, back to
coastal forest. The road we were on was called the Pacific Highway,
but the ocean it was named for was seldom within sight.
Once,
on one of the many trips to Brindajari I estimated there were about
300 fence posts for every mile and then actually tried to count them
to pass the time. At nine or ten years old I soon realised it was
impossible russian elite nymphets
to count to 300 in a minute, which was the time it took to
travel a mile at the speed my grandmother drove. At the speed Byron
was driving it was even harder. I calculated in my head that I would
have to count six fence posts every second. I had just arrived at
that conclusion when the cassette finished playing and Byron’s
voice interrupted my maths-induced reverie.
“What’s
up with our two boys in the back seat? I know Blainey’s
catching up on his beauty rest but Cuddlepie’s being awfully
quiet back there. You reckon he got out of the car, Bruce?”
It
was funny. “I’m here,” I rebuked loudly from the
rear seat.
“I
think he’s sulking,” Bruce answered, half-turning his
head but stopping before he saw me.
“I’m
n-not.”
“Maybe
he’s feeling left out because you wanked his best friend and
not him,” Bruce suggested.
Byron
laughed. “If that’s the problem, he’ll have to wait
a while. I can’t drive and wank at the same time.”
They
both laughed like it was a big joke. I scowled at the backs of their
heads.
“I
could drive,” Bruce offered.
“Yeah,
you could,… when you get your fucking license.” Byron
laughed.
“I’ve
got my learner’s permit.” Bruce sounded hopeful.
“Yeah,
I know. Only I want to be in Coff’s Harbour tonight, not
tomorrow night behind a tow truck. I told you I’d let you drive
once when we get there.” He glanced up in the mirror. “So
is that’s what bugging you, Allan?”
I
shrugged. “Nothing’s bugging me.”
Byron
laughed again. I wondered whether he was laughing at me.
“I
told him it’s no big deal,” Bruce added. “He’ll
get over it.”
“Not
wrong!” Blaine said. He yawned and stretched out.
Byron
hesitated for a few seconds. My face was getting hot. I hated being
the centre of attention like this. Some times, my mother and
grandmother talked about me as if I wasn’t in the room. What
was far worse was when they made a fuss over me when other people
were present.
“Hm,…
Maybe that’s it,” Byron suggested. “He’s
pissed. I guess he doesn’t like sharing his best friend. Is
that it, Allan?”
“Huh?”
I
sat up. Was that why I felt the way I did? I was jealous of Blaine. I
glanced at him. He had a questioning look. Perhaps he was thinking
the same thing.
“He
can do whatever he wants,” I answered moodily.
“You
know something, Allan?” Byron asked. He paused. “I did it
to make him feel good, not to make you angry.”
“I’m
not angry,” I answered curtly.
“Then
stopping making a big deal out of it, Bunny,” Bruce injected.
“You
want to prove it, Allan?” Byron said quietly.
“Huh?”
I muttered.
Byron
glanced up at the rear-vision mirror and met my eyes. “I said
do you want to prove getting wanked is no big deal?”
“Huh?
“Hey
Blainey, is that all he says? Huh, huh, huh?”
Blaine
grinned sideways at me. “Nope. He talks sometimes.”
“Okay
guys,” Byron began seriously. “Now you’re
true-blue, Allan, I can say this,….”
“Say
what?”
“I
said there’s a way how we prove getting wanked is no big deal,
assuming you’re interested.”
“Huh?”
He
had trouble not laughing. “There he goes again. Are you sure
his name isn’t Allan Huh-ding?”
Blaine
giggled. “He only says huh some of the time, but he’s
always hard!”
Bruce
snorted. I rolled my eyes at Blaine.
“Here’s
my plan,” Byron went on. He glanced up into the rear-vision
mirror. “It’s very simple, Cuddlepie. All you have to do
is,…”
“Is
what?” I grouched.
“You
let Blaine wank you,” he said in a blasé voice. “That’ll
prove it, see. No big deal, right guys?”
“Right
on,” Bruce echoed.
Blaine
muffled another giggle. This time he didn’t look at me.
“I
don’t get it?” I asked cautiously. I wasn’t sure I
liked where this was headed, yet my heart picked up a few beats.
“Well,
see if he wanks you off in the back of the car, with us sitting here
in front, well it sort of proves that being wanked in front of your
friends is no big deal, doesn’t it?”
“Um,…”
I stalled.
“The
thing is Allan, now you and Blainey are both true-blue, you have
nothing to hide. Not that you had anything to hide from each other,”
he added in a affable voice that sounded peculiar.
His
logic was anything but indisputable, but it worked on me.
“Huh?”
I muttered again.
Everyone
laughed.
“It’s
not like you’ve got something to be uptight about, Bunny. You
might have if it was the first time he’s done it, but we all
know you and Blainey are a couple of wankers,” Bruce joked.
“Come
on, let’s do it, Allie.” Blaine said without hesitating.
He was always like that when a dare was made. “He’s right
you know. It isn’t like I haven’t wanked you before.”
I
gave him a ‘you’re out-of-your-mind’ look which
only made him smirk again. He could be like that sometimes, as if
there was nothing to be ashamed of. Perhaps there wasn’t
anything to be ashamed about. What did it matter if Blaine and I
masturbated each other under the blankets at night, or in the back
seat of Byron’s car? Just listening to them talking openly
about something had had been a secret for so long had that effect on
me.
“I get
it. It’s your the first time with an audience?” Bruce
joked. His voice was one of exaggerated shock.
“Geez,”
I growled.
“I
think you’re onto something, Bruce. He’s embarrassed. You
want to know something, Cuddlepie?” Byron asked.
“Yeah?”
“Actually,
I’m surprised you Blaine haven’t used Edgecliff’s
dunnies before now,” Byron hooted.
I
reddened. Blaine and I had never done that, but some boys did. That
last thing I would have done was to go into one of the toilet
cubicles during lunch time. I had grown up in a very reserved home,
to the point where people who didn’t know me very well thought
I was shy. However, I had heard them, boys whispering together behind
the door, their muffled giggles and rustle of clothing. Every boy in
the school probably knew what they were doing.
“Come
on,” Blaine said insistently. “We can do each other. It’s
no big deal. lil nymphet nude
It’ll be fun.”
“Hey
Snugglepot. If you do, just take it easy. You’ll wear that cute
little sausage of yours out if you’re not careful, ”
Byron joked. “Not that it’ll drop off from too much
wanking, but you’ll make the little fella sore for tonight.”
Blaine
giggled. Already he free nymphets pussy was beginning to untie the cord at the front of
his board shorts.
“Geez,
Blaine,” I complained uncomfortably.
“If
you don’t want to, that’s okay. I just want to see what
my balls look like.”
With
that, he pulled the cords apart and opened the front of his shorts.
His lifted his bottom off the seat and wriggled the shorts down as
far as his knees. I tried to look away, but instead I stared. His
penis was limp and it snuggled sleepily between his thighs.
“Hey,
I’m going to take them right off, is that okay By,”
Blaine asked teasingly.
“Okay
by me. I’ll just make sure not to go past any trucks,”
Byron joked. “Otherwise we’ll have cars being run off the
road.”
“It’s
not like he’s got all that much worth seeing. Anyway, it
wouldn\'t be the first time he’s been seen in the buff,”
Bruce remarked off-handedly.
“Yeah,
that\'s true. I forgot about that. So what about it, Allan? Are you
going to join him and prove you’re true blue?”
“Um,…”
I stalled.
Slowly
Blaine pushed his shorts further down his legs. He stopped at his
ankles so he could always pull them up quickly if he had to. His
knees moved apart, wide apart so that his genitals were exposed
between his slim thighs. He turned and smirked at me. I followed his
glance back down. His scrotum was not the nearly black wrinkled ball
it had been in the toilet. Instead, it hung in loose folds, the
delicate, unnaturally dark-blue skin clearly revealing the shape and
size of his testicles. They looked to be twice the size of mine.
I
was envious. My best friend had functioning testicles that could
produce semen. It was something that I couldn’t do, the only
thing that separated us. There were some things that Blaine was
better at, and some things that I was better at, but mostly we were
equals in the things we did. It was one of the reasons why we were
such good friends. However, being best friends did not stop me from
being jealous of his recently acquired ability. As if to drive the
point home, his fingers pushed into the blue skin, moving his
testicles around as he inspected himself. His penis immediately began
to get bigger. His wasn’t the only one. I could feel my penis
getting hard again as well. It was strange, sitting there in the back
seat of a car going 70 mph and watching my best friend’s penis
become aroused.
“Cool
huh?” Blaine observed. He glanced at me, looking for a
reaction, and then went back to what he was doing. “My balls
don’t look nearly as dark in the sun,” he announced.
Watching
him had a powerful effect on me. I was away from the strict control
of my mother and grandmother for three whole weeks. The freedom was
mind-boggling.
“You
really want to do it?” I whispered.
“It’s
no big deal, Allie,” Blaine said confidently. He sounded a lot
like his older brother. “Go on, let’s see yours. I want
to see what they look like. Take your shorts off too.”
“No
one’s ever going to know, mate,” Byron added supportively
from the front seat.
“We’ve
all seen your dong already, in case you’ve forgotten. See,
because of what we did in the dunny, we don’t have any secrets
between us. Isn’t that right, Bruce.”
“Yep.”
“Trust
me, wanking with your mates, it’s nothing. No big deal. Right
Bruce?”
“Uh
huh.”
“There’s
nothing to be ashamed of, especially for a kid your age. Every boy
does it, you know.”
“I
know,” I muttered.
“That
joystick of yours needs taking care of on a regular basis, Cuddlepie.
You might as well get used to it. It’ll be a real whopper in a
couple of years.”
Again,
I glowed with pride. Still, I stalled, but only for a few seconds.
“Geez!”
I gave a frustrated sigh and pretended as if I had no choice in the
matter.
“Don’t
be a chicken,” Blaine teased.
Slowly,
my hands moved to the laced front of my shorts. It was almost as if I
had no control of them. I fumbled with the ends of the strings, still
trying to decide. Part of me wanted to do it, if only to prove to
them that I wasn’t chicken. The other part, that part that had
grown up with my grandmother and mother always looking over my
shoulder, was having second thoughts. Blaine seemed remotely
interested in what I about to do. He was far more interested in his
own almost erect penis. Suddenly, he looked over at me and giggled.
“What’s
so funny?” I whispered.
“You
are. He’s right on the money you know. You might as well get
used to us seeing you in the buff.”
I
wondered what Blaine was talking about. The beach place where we were
going to be staying had a separate bedroom and a bathroom. There
would always be somewhere to change in private.
Byron
nodded. “Too right! I\'ve always said that a boy with no shame\'s
got everything to gain. That’s right, isn’t it Bruce.”
“Yep.”
Bruce looked over his shoulder at me. “Be game and you gain.
Hey, Bunny?”
He
smiled at me. I could tell what he wanted me to do. He wanted me to
be half-naked like his brother.
“Y-yeah?”
“Actually,
I thought a motor-head like you would be into doing stuff in a car?”
he taunted.
“Huh?”
“I
know a lot of guys at school who lost their virginity in a car,”
he snickered. “Some of them weren’t much older than you.”
“Hell,
there might even one or two who were younger, huh Bruce?” Byron
added oddly.
“G-geez!”
I said with increasing exasperation.
Still,
I did what they wanted. I wasn’t sure it was what I wanted, not
at first anyway. I unfastened the bow, pulled the cords apart to
loosen the front, lifted my bottom up from the seat, and pushed my
shorts down, a bit further than halfway to my knees. I stopped there,
wanting to do it in the same casual way that Blaine had done a minute
earlier, but it was impossible. I thought of my grandmother. Quickly,
I moved back onto the sticky vinyl seat with my thighs pressed close
together. Sitting that way made it impossible for anyone to see that
I even had a penis, let alone see testicles that had been dyed blue.
I glanced down just to make certain that there was nothing worth
seeing. I thought I looked more like Katie Tattersall the one time
when I saw her naked at the creek.
I
glanced over at Blaine. His penis was fully erect. His blue scrotum
was very exotic, more so black bbs nymphet than any of the outlandish tattoos on the
U.S. servicemen who frequented Kings Cross on RR. It had a
strange effect on me. My curiosity began to get the better of me
within a few seconds. I wanted to see what had been done to me. Did
mine look the same?
“Push
your trunks down. If you’re going to do it, Allie, you have to
do it properly,” Blaine instructed with his familiar endearing
grin. “Here, I’ll do it if you want me to?”
His
hand reached over and tugged at my board shorts insistently. Until
that point in time, I wasn’t at all sure about what was
happening. Part of me insisted that it was wrong. I was doing
something that I knew was wrong. According to my grandmother, that
made it even worse. Yet, despite my nervous guilt, another part of me
argued that I was doing the right thing.
“They
won\'t care,” he said quietly. “Hell, By likes it when I
strip off in the car.”
“But,....”
I was close to giving in.
“Shhhh.
They won\'t even know,” Blaine whispered. “They can\'t see
us. Come on, let\'s get our duds down.”
What
harm was there in letting Blaine take my board shorts off? No one
would know. There had only been a few times when Blaine and I
completely undressed each other. Usually we took our own clothes off.
However, those few times were the most fun of all. There was
something about having my best friend take my clothes off that made
my heart pound. Needless to say, I got the same thrill from taking
Blaine’s clothes off. What was it about revealing his slim
early-pubescent body that so excited me that I could think of nothing
else? Was it simply a matter of being able to explore him in the way
that I wanted? It would have been so simple if that was all that
there was to it, but it wasn’t. What was it about being naked
with another boy that made my desire to do even more next to
uncontrollable?
However,
in addition to the deep-down thrill, this time I also felt
uncomfortable. I wasn’t in the privacy of a bedroom late at
night. Instead, I was in a car with Byron and Bruce sitting in the
front seat. Byron probably couldn’t see down that far using the
rear vision mirror, but Bruce could easily turn his head at any
second and look back at us whenever he wanted.
I
hadn’t decided either way when Blaine reached over pushed my
shorts all the way down my legs, past my knees, then down to the
floor. Smirking, he guided my legs apart so that we could see what we
both wanted to see. I leaned forward in the seat and gazed down. That
part of my body seemed incongruous. I was tanned all the way to where
my Speedo covered. Not darkly tanned the way that I would be after a
few weeks of summer holidays, but golden brown. From there, my skin
became buff, not milky white like Blaine’s skin. It was
probably why I tanned easier and faster than he did. There, between
my thighs, that tiny dark-blue patch of skin stood out like the
proverbial dog’s balls. For the first time I noticed that my
testicles were not only quite a bit smaller than Blaine’s, but
they only hung about halfway down. The skin beneath them formed two
narrow creases. Maybe that was what Byron meant when he said my
‘balls hadn’t dropped yet’, I mused?
“It’s
cool,” Blaine said admiringly.
“Huh?”
“You’ve
got blue balls,” he replied with amusement, pointing between my
legs.
“Big
deal. Your balls are blue too,” I said, pointing at his groin.
His
penis, having already attained full erection, looked larger than I
remembered. It was noticeably longer and much thicker. Only then did
I realise that Blaine Junior had to be every bit of four inches long.
It nymphet adult site must have grown since the last time we measured it. My penis, on
the other hand seemed to have not grown at all.
“Yeah,
we\'re both true blue,” he giggled. “Hey, Allie-cat?”
“Huh?”
“Why
don’t you make yours hard too? Unless you want me to do it for
you,” he offered, gratuitously I thought.
\"No
way.\"
He
smirked at my hasty response. Both of us knew that if we were by
ourselves, I would not have said ‘no’.
\"Okay
then. Hey, I’ve got an idea. I bet I can make it stiff without
even touching it. All you have to do it sit there…\"
I
shook my head. He smirked again. His head inclined as he leaned in
closer.
\"….
And look at me,\" he finished in a whisper.
Just
sitting there, half naked with my best friend, was enough. My penis
was already responding of its own accord. The sense of shame that
came from knowing that he realised the effect he had on me was
instantaneous and unforgettable. Until then, I always believed that I
could hide my body\'s response to seeing him naked, or at least I
managed to pretend that something else caused my erection. I tried to
ignore him. I even stared out the window for a while. Yet, all the
time I was aware that my shorts were bunched at my ankles. Finally,
my eyes strayed to the nearly naked boy beside me. It was the last
straw. I tried to think of something else as my penis continued to
grow. I was embarrassed. I was old enough to realise that boys
weren\'t supposed to get erections because of other boys, but my
embarrassment was of no concern to the thing between my legs. It got
harder and harder no matter what I did.
“See!”
He grinned. “Keep on looking it\'ll get hard all the way.”
“Don’t
be dumb, Blaine!”
“Getting
a stiffie is no big deal.”
“I
know.”
“So?
Then do it, Allie.”
“What
if I don’t want to?” I pointed at the seats in front of
us.
“Like
they care,” Blaine quipped.
“Hey,
I don\'t want to interrupt you fun back there, but there’s
nothing to be uptight about, Allan. Not when we’re all guys,”
Byron challenged.
So
they could hear, and they did know what was happening, and they
didn\'t care? It was hard to believe.
“Geez,
I’ll do it, okay,” I muttered. I stroked my penis a few
times and wished it would go away.
“Now
it’s really getting stiff,” Blaine observed with a
leering smirk. “But it’s kind of hard to tell because
it’s so tiny.”
“Bugger
off,” I growled. “It’s not that much smaller than
yours and I’m nearly a year younger.”
“Okay,
but yours is a skinny dick,” Blaine snickered.
I
tried to change the topic. I inspected my scrotum carefully, pushing
my testicles around the same way that Blaine did. His testicles were
huge compared to mine. Maybe there was something to what he said
about a boy’s testicles becoming larger when he started
puberty. We should have brought his booklet with us. He kept looking,
making the obvious comparison to his own.
“They
look sore. Do you think the dye stuff hurts them?” I asked
nervously.
Blaine
shook his head. “Nope. Don’t worry about it, Allan. Mine
are like that too. It won\'t be long before they\'re back to normal.
After a couple of days in the surf your balls won’t be nearly
as dark. It fades pretty quickly.\"
\"They
look dumb.\" I had a tendency to be pragmatic at the most
inopportune of times.
\"Nah,
the colour just makes them look weird. Different, you know. You
aren’t used to it, that’s nymphet bra collection all.”
“And
you’re used to it already?” I asked sarcastically.
“He
fucking ought to be,” Bruce laughed.
“We
did Blainey’s balls this time last year,” Byron
commented. “Don’t sweat it, Allan. By the time we get you
back to your mum, it’ll mostly be worn off.”
“It\'ll
be hard to see in a couple of weeks,” Blaine assured me.
“He\'s
right. There\'s nothing to worry about, Cuddlepie. Just remember to
keep them covered when you use a public loo. If you’re anything
like Blainey, you’ll get used to having blue balls pretty
quickly. I expect you’ll be used to a few other things as
well,” he laughed. “What do you reckon, Bruce? Do you
think we can get him used to doing some other stuff? I prettens pedo nymphet
mean with him
being around us for three weeks…”
I
wanted to ask ‘used to what other things’, and what
‘other stuff\' entailed, but my confidence wasn\'t all that great
at the best of times. I had a tendency to stutter sometimes when I
was nervous. I wasn’t in the mood to be teased about that as
well.
“He
will,… if I get my way,” Bruce answered.
He
waved his hand without looking at me, his thumb up, his fist closed.
It was the ‘good luck’, ‘right-o, mate’ sign
that all Australians used. Maybe Bruce was saying that he would teach
me a few things about surfing. A boy could only hope, because usually
older brothers didn’t give boys my age the time of day.
Blaine
giggled all of sudden. He leaned closer, until his lips were almost
touching my ear.
“See,
I told you he liked you,” he whispered in my ear before he
pulled back.
“Huh?”
“Just
remember, Cuddlepie, anything that happens between us guys, and I do
mean anything, by the way,... Well, it’s no big deal, right
boy-o?” Byron said.
He
must have heard something, which surprised me because I barely heard
Blaine.
“Uh
huh.”
I
was beginning to get tired of hearing ‘no big deal’, but
it was also having another effect on me. I was beginning to believe
it.
I
shared a glance with Blaine. He winked and casually stroked up, then
down his erection. Then, with the thumb and first fingers of both
hands, he squeezed the shaft of his penis just below the glans. It
made the head swell up so that it was larger and darker than normal.
The head of his penis was different to mine. We compared them often
enough to know the differences by heart. For one thing, the skin on
my penis was much tighter. There were brown rings on both of them,
but while Blaine’s was about one third of the way down the
shaft, mine was more than halfway down. The head of his penis was
also noticeably larger than mine, swelling prominently out from the
shaft so that it appeared to sit on top. Mine, on the other hand, was
what Blaine aptly called the ‘streamlined model’, partly
because it was narrower than the shaft, but also because of the
collar of skin that formed when our penises were limp. The crinkled
collar was almost non-existent on my penis.
We
figured they felt pretty much the same for us, regardless of
appearance and size differences. We were both very sensitive there,
but Blaine was adamant that a big one would feel better for sex. He
justified this by saying that there was ‘more to rub ’,
which I really didn’t understand, although it seemed to make
good sense to him. What I did know was that I didn’t like to
rub mine in the same way that he did. Blaine used the full length and
as many fingers as he could comfortably fit. For myself, I far
preferred squeezing or rubbing on the upper part, either on the head
or just below it. If I rubbed mine the way he did, the friction soon
became uncomfortable.
“You
want me to do yours, Allie” Blaine offered.
He
said it quietly, but it was still loud enough for everyone in the car
to hear. No one said anything. Not even Bruce, which surprised me.
They seemed to be ignoring us. Maybe they were waiting to see if I
agreed. Maybe it wasn’t a big deal after all. All I wanted was
for Bruce not to make fun of me. On the positive side, he seemed to
have stopped doing that after our talk in the toilet.
“Well”?
Blaine prompted. At least he sounded as if he wanted to do it.
“I
suppose,” I agreed, reluctantly, because it wouldn’t be
very smart to appear to be too eager.
“Okay.
Hey, let’s get closer, Allie,” Blaine suggested. He edged
across the seat. I regarded him warily. “I little nymphet photos
can’t reach it
properly from over here. Our arms will get tired otherwise.”
He
slid across the seat, stopping when he reached the centre. He splayed
his legs with his feet on either side of the transmission hump. There
was do doubt that he was showing himself off to anyone who cared to
look. He was almost making a spectacle of it because he was sitting
right in the opening between the two bucket seats, right where Byron
could see him if he as much as glanced in the rear vision mirror or
turned his head. Needless to say, only a few seconds passed before
Byron looked up at the mirror. A moment later, he took his eyes off
the road and glanced over his shoulder.
“Nice
view, Blainey,” he commented quickly before turning back to
driving the car.
“Don’t
be fucking wasting anything back there, Blainey,” Bruce jibed.
“I reckon you’re going to need all of it tonight.”
Neither
Blaine or Byron didn’t seem to mind Bruce’s language or
what he said. Blaine grinned at me as if it was funny. I didn’t
smile. I wondered whether Byron was referring to Blaine’s newly
acquired ability to produce semen. I would have been as red as a
beetroot if that was the case, but that was Blaine. Rather, it was
the new Blaine. I was quickly coming to realise that the boy sitting
next to me was quite a bit different to the boy who was my best
friend since kindergarten. I liked both of them, but the new Blaine
was more fun, I decided.
Without
more warning than a devilish smile that my grandmother would have
said meant that he was up to no good, Blaine took hold of my rigid
penis and squeezed playfully.
“Man,
you’re even harder than I am,” he observed.
His
fingers relaxed, then slowly moved up and down my penis. Just once
and very lightly, because he knew what I liked and what I didn’t
like. Then, his thumb curled away and rubbed gently across the head.
That was what I liked the most. He knew exactly what to do. Back and
forth, tickling, lightly scratching where the tiny slit was, then
moving down into the groove in the underside before returning. I
watched him doing it, wondering whether he was tormenting me for no
other reason than he was bored. After a year of playing with each
other’s private parts, we viewed them almost as toys. Neither
of us was willing to stop. It felt so good that within the space of
just a few very short seconds, I trembled.
“It’s
not so bad, is it?” Bruce asked.
I
glanced up. Until then I hadn’t flat chested nymphet
realised that Byron was
glancing constantly up at the mirror. What could he see? I glared
back at him, sending a silent message that I would be a lot happier
if he and Bruce ignored us. Byron smiled at me.
“I
keep telling you,….”
“It’s
no big deal,” I finished. “I get the point, okay?”
“You
know, Cuddlepie,…” Byron began. He paused. “As far
as I’m concerned, it really isn’t a big deal what you and
Blaine do together. Or what anyone else does with either of you
prawns as well. Do you know why?”
“Huh?
Um,…”
Byron
laughed. “The thing is, see, you have to learn about sex sooner
or later, and girls, well they really don’t understand what us
guys like. Never have, never will. That’s just the way it is,
isn’t mate?” he asked Bruce.
“Yep.
They’re fun to fuck, but that’s all.”
“I’m
not even sure they’re that much fun to fuck, for that matter,”
Byron interrupted. “You spend most of your time worrying about
getting them pregnant. If you’re lucky enough to get them
randy, you might be able to get it in for a quickie. All they want to
do is get married and have kids.”
“Or
you have to take them to expensive restaurants to get them in the
mood,” Bruce cut in.
“Right
on!” Byron exclaimed. “They cost a fortune and all you
get out of it is a fuck now and then. I’ve always said it takes
a dick to really know how to make another dick feel good. I can see
why poofters prefer guys. At least your bum-chum pays his own way,”
Byron added crudely.
Blaine
and I laughed uncertainly. We were both distracted. His slowly moving
thumb was making my penis start to tingle. Sometimes we did that to
each other, not really masturbating, just playing with them without
trying to achieve climax. The ‘jerks’ were nice, and we
usually ended up doing that, but just lying close together and
touching each other’s private parts was nice too.
“And
the best part is you don’t have to worry about getting him
knocked up,” Blaine giggled.
“The
worst thing is you might get a dirty dick out of it,” Bruce
added.
“Gross!”
I called out loudly, because it was expected that every red-blooded
boy react that way when the subject of homosexuality came up.
“Yeah,
it’s gross all right,” Byron said. “Chasing a
sheila is far better, right?”
“Even
if she costs a fucking fortune to keep around?” Blaine asked. I
wasn’t surprised to hear him swear. That was the mood of the
situation.
“Yeah,
well that\'s true enough. You might have a good point there, Blaine,
especially when she’s on her fucking period. When you stop to
think about how much it costs for an occasional stuff, a guy would be
better off being a ‘perv’ and chasing after little boys.
At least you\'re more likely to get a root, right guys?”
Bruce
laughed, but then all of us laughed. ‘Perv’ jokes were
almost as common as ‘poofter’ jokes at school. After
that, the subject was changed, probably because no one in their right
mind wanted to talk about poofters and perverts. free angels nymphet model
Byron engaged Bruce
in a discussion of the various merits of the techniques used by the
other surfers who he competed with at the New South Wales Junior
Surfing Championships at Narrabeen. I relaxed in the rear seat,
perfectly content to listen to them and be the recipient of Blaine’s
gently moving hand.
“Do
mine,” Blaine instructed after a while.
“Sorry,
Blainey,” I muttered. I had quite forgotten that a large part
of our relationship was based on mutual pleasuring.
I
took hold of Blaine’s penis and began to administer the same
careful treatment, all nymph child pussy the while thinking about ‘sheilas’
and the strange way that Bruce laughed when Byron joked about
‘chasing after little boys’.
That
the head of Blaine’s penis was larger than mine, only made what
I was doing that much easier. I liked how it bulged out from the
shaft. It looked like a lot like a mushroom, like the mushrooms that
occasionally appeared in the pastures at Brindajari after rain. It
made me smile to myself. Only later, much later, would I learn that
there was something of a disadvantage to having a penis with a widely
flared head.
Occasionally,
Bruce turned around and looked back at us. Every time he did so, he
winked at me. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to.
He could see that I was getting used to the idea that being wanked in
front of him really wasn’t a big deal. After a while, I began
to look forward to his glances. I began to exaggerate my enjoyment,
making soft sighs and half-closing my eyes, or tensing up and
breathing in gasps. Eventually, I wasn’t pretending .
“It
feels nice, huh?”
I
shrugged ambivalently, which only caused Bruce to smile.
“Old
Blainey’s pretty good at it, isn’t he?” Bruce
added.
I
nodded slightly so that words weren’t nymphets land free needed. However it was
only the truth. Blaine was good at it. He seemed to anticipate
exactly what I wanted. When my penis started to become too sensitive,
he shifted from rubbing the top inch to squeezing. When it ached from
being so stiff, he transferred his attention to my testicles. His
favourite trick was to place his fingers under my pouch and use his
thumb to roll my testicles from side to side. Naturally, I did the
same to him, feeling vaguely envious that his were larger. He was
growing up while I wasn’t.
“Hey
Bunny, you want to know a secret?”
“Huh?”
“Do
you want to know why he\'s so good at wanking? I taught him everything
he knows. I did, didn’t I, Blainey?” Bruce teased.
Byron
snorted in derision, then chuckled. “Actually, I think there’s
someone else in the car who had a little something to do with it,”
he said suggestively.
Blaine
giggled and nodded eagerly. In truth, I thought Byron was talking
about me, although I wasn’t at all sure that I could teach
Blaine anything. As far back as I could remember, and I had been
doing secret things with Blaine for about a year by then, it seemed
that he was the teacher and I was the student when it came to doing
‘sex stuff’ together. However, whatever we did together,
it was always a game, a game that two willing and adventurous
prepubescent boys enjoyed playing. Now, the more I thought about it,
the more I realised It was not a game that most best friends played.
What we did together was a lot to do with having sex. It wasn’t
a ‘big deal’, not as long as no one else knew about it. I
was smart enough to know that whatever happened during the next few
weeks had to remain a secret, and not just from my mother and
grandmother.
And
so on and on we went, passing by a blur of seemingly endless trees
and fences, mile after mile, going much faster than we ever did
during the long drive from Parkes to Dubbo. On the trip to Brindajari
all I had to look forward to was riding my horse, usually to check
the fences, and swimming in Callan Creek. It seemed boring by
comparison with where we were headed. I was going to learn to surf
like the pros in the magazines.
Between
looking out the widows at the constant scenery, listening to the
radio, or snoozing in the hot sun, Blaine and I played with each
other’s penises on and off. We did it from somewhere north of
Taree to the outskirts of Port Macquarie, where we stopped for a
much-delayed lunch. Not that we wanked all the time, because we
didn’t. A lot of the time, we merely sat side by side, holding
each other. Blaine was the brother I never had. I was always content
just to be close to him. Touching each others’ penises brought
us even closer together, but what I relished was his friendship.
By
the time we reached Port Macquarie, I was used to being half naked in
front of them. Indeed, I enjoyed the sense of freedom. There was also
the sheer naughtiness of being bare in a car doing 60 to nude little nymphets 70 mph,
something that was very appealing to a boy whose natural instincts
for mischief had been stifled by living in a home dominated by women.
It was fun, sitting in Byron’s car, the warm breeze blowing
over my bare legs, my penis in that semi-hard state that came when it
felt good but I was too lethargic to go the rest of the way and
finish off. free nymphet pic
My
dyed scrotum was a source of continuing amusement. Every time I
looked down and saw the patch of dark blue skin under my penis, I
smiled. I smiled whenever I saw Blaine’s scrotum as well. That
part of our bodies certainly looked funny, no doubt about it.
However, it also marked us as being initiated, although what I had
been initiated into was only slowly becoming apparent. So far, it
seemed to be worth the doing.
“Hey
Bruce? I think I finally found something smaller than your brain,”
Blaine chortled.
Bruce
swivelled around in his seat. Blaine was fondling my testicles at the
time. He pulled the pouch outward, pressing one of my testicles into
the skin.
“See,….
I’ve always figured your brain was about the size of a marble,”
Blaine joked. “But now I see I was wrong.”
“You’re
close,” Bruce warned.
“Don’
t you want to know why?”
“Nope!”
“Why?”
Byron asked with a chuckle.
“Well,
see I reckon Allie’s ball is the same size as Bruce’s
brain so we’re talking smaller than a marble.” Blaine
laughed gleefully. “Actually, his nuts might even be bigger.”
“They
probably are, but there are two of them,” Byron said, still
laughing.
“So
that means that Allie must be twice as smart as Bruce.”
“Mmmm.
That must mean he thinks with his balls as well,” Byron joked.
“I know Bruce does, especially when it comes to his sex life.”
“I
didn’t know you had to think in order to wank,” I said.
There
was a momentary silence and then everyone laughed.
“Yeah,
go Allan,” Byron said encouragingly. “That’s more
like my kind of boy. Now, if we can just get you to say ‘fuck’,…”
he taunted.
“Go
on, Allie. Do it. Say f-u-c-k,” Blaine teased.
“Rack
off!” I had to take a breath in order to say it, so deeply
ingrained was the prohibition against swearing in the home that I had
I grown up in. “Okay. Fuck,” I said quietly.
“Don’t
fart-arse around, Bunny. If you’re going to say it, it’s
got to be loud enough to fucking hear. Say it louder,” Bruce
laughed.
“W-why?”
“Geez.
I just want to make sure I heard you say it.”
He
didn’t sound serious. It was all part of the game. However, if
he wanted to make me say it louder, I was perfectly willing to
oblige. I took another breath, deeper than before. I filled my lungs.
“FUCK!”
I shouted at the top of my unbroken voice.
“Ripper
mate!” Byron laughed. “Hey, now we got you started, let\'s
hear you say,… Hm,… give me a sec. Let me think of a
good one,… only nothing to do with sheilas, ‘cause we
don’t want him getting embarrassed, do we? Hm, about,... I
don’t know. What should we have him say next, guys?”
“How
about,… ‘suck my cock’?” Bruce suggested. He
made it sound crude, exciting too.
“Good
one. That’ll be it then! Say suck my cock, Cuddlepie. We dare
you.”
“Why
do I have to say that?” I demanded.
It
wasn’t so much the words as a part of me still didn’t
want to accept that they knew what Blaine and I did, even though he
told them that I had sucked his cock and he sucked mine. Saying it
was like confirming it. It was supposed to be a secret. To make
matters worse, the situation was getting out of hand. My face became
hot.
“Why?
Hm, because,…” Byron pretended to ponder the reason.
“So
he’ll know what to say the next time he wants his dick sucked,”
Bruce suggested brazenly. “He might as well sexy nymphets free pics practice saying
it.”
Byron
laughed so hard I thought he was going to let go of the steering
wheel. “That’ll work. I can’t wait to hear him say
it.” He raised his voice to a Tiny Tim falsetto, imitating my
voice as best he could. It sounded funny even to me. “Suck my
cock, please Blainey? Please.”
“That’ll
be the day,” I returned, miffed that he would even suggest such
a thing.
Byron
ignored my reaction. “Okay, boy-o, let’s get serious
here. It’s as easy as falling off a log. All you have to do is
take another deep breath and say in a nice loud voice, ‘suck my
cock’ so we untouched nymphets
can all hear it.”
I
hadn’t realised that he noticed what I did in order to say
‘fuck’. Still, for some reason I didn’t understand
at the time, and to this day I still don’t, I did what he told
me to.
“Suck
my cock,” I said in a rush.
“Okay!”
Byron exclaimed. “That\'s my boy.”
Blaine
guffawed. He smirked back at me, his eyes playful yet intense. “Yeah!
Right on. I’ll even do it too. I’ll suck your cock, if
you want me to, Allie.”
“I
didn’t mean,…” I began.
“Hey,
I dare you to, Blaine,” Bruce interrupted.
Blaine’s
expression was mischievous. My expression was just plain embarrassed.
I shook my head, warning Blaine not to try it. He kept smirking. Like
most soon-to-be twelve-year-old boys, Blaine was always ready to take
up a dare, but he had always been like that. It was one of the
reasons why I liked him so much. He had what my grandmother called an
overly adventurous spirit at the best of times, and a troublemaker at
other times. It was no secret that she tolerated him only because he
was my best friend.
“Let’s
do it, Allie,” Blaine said gleefully.
“No
way!” I almost said ‘no nude ukrainian angels nymphets
fucking way’ to express how
I felt about it. There was no way I was going to that in front of
them.
“It’s
no big deal,” Byron reminded me, as if I needed reminding.
“It’s
not like Blainey hasn’t given you head before,” Bruce
added.
‘Head’?
It was an expression I hadn’t heard before. “Huh?”
“He
means I sucked your dong, you drongo,” Blaine explained. “It’s
what they call it in the States. Come on, Al-man. All you have to do
is sit back and enjoy it. You don’t have to do anything to me,
not if you don’t want to.”
“Sheez!”
I complained.
“Just
for a jiffy?” Blaine said insistently. “For the dare,
okay?”
“He’s
not very keen on getting his dick sucked, is he?” Byron joked.
“You sure he’s true blue, Blainey?”
“He
is. He’s as keen as mustard to do stuff with me,” Blaine
replied jovially. “The problem is he just doesn’t know
about the rest of you weirdoes yet.”
“Okie
dokie. Just don’t go getting him all hot under the collar,”
Byron warned. “We don’t want him getting pissed off at
us.”
“Sheez!
I’m not hot under the collar.” My face was becoming
hotter and hotter. I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t
certain of anything at that point.
Blaine
smiled at me and nodded slightly. Then, the bugger licked his lips,
using his tongue to get them wet and slippery. I glared at him, my
best friend. He nodded again and began to lean forward. We both knew
that I would have to push him away in order to stop him. The
excitement was overpowering. I wasn\'t about to do anything to stop
him, even with an audience. The temptation was simply too great. It
felt too nice. I tried to shake my head one last time. No way. I did
the only thing I could. I looked out the window and tried to pretend
it wasn’t happening.
However,
it was happening. He blew warm air over my penis as his nose came
closer. Suddenly, I realised it was moist air from his open mouth,
and he was doing it deliberately so that I knew what he was about to
do. Then, just as I was about to say ‘don’t do it’,
the warm slipperiness of his tongue slid over the head of my penis. I
tensed, waiting, anxious, afraid that he might really put it into his
mouth and actually suck it, or worse, that he would not do it.
His
lips nibbled on the head of my penis for a second or two as if he was
kissing it. I could be sure of anything. Then, he popped the first
half-inch of my penis inside his mouth. natural nymphets gallery He held it there for a few
more seconds, pulling his lips onto the head as if kissing it. When I
didn’t stop him, his tongue began to move. He sucked and
slobbered over the head. Just a little further inside and his teeth
closed behind the rim, chewing lightly on the tender swollen bulb. I
did the only thing I could under the circumstances. I closed my eyes
and rested my right hand on top of Blaine’s head. His lips
slowly sank further down my shaft, pulled back up just as leisurely,
and then repeated the downward slide. The second time was better. It
was slippery. I trembled at the feeling. I didn’t like rubbing
my penis with long strokes because it made the skin sore, but it was
different in Blaine’s mouth. There was no other feeling quite
like it. It was warm and slimy, mixed with that wonderful softness
inside his mouth, and above all, the delicious sensation of his
tongue as it moved back and forth over my penis.
“Are
they doing what I think they’re doing back there?” Byron
asked Bruce. He sounded amused, even interested.
“You
better believe it, By.” Bruce’s voice sounded like he had
a bad case of holding back the giggles. “Right now, Blaine’s
going down on him. It looks like he’s doing it all the way too,
at least from where I’m sitting.”
“Now,
that’s what I call pure boy joy,” Byron announced. He
sounded amused.
“Yeah,
I’d say that’s pretty much right on the mark. He’s
got the biggest grin plastered on his nymphet photo angels
mug.”
“Which
one’s got the grin?” Byron teased.
“Guess.”
“The
birthday boy.”
“Yeah.
He looks like he’s as happy as Larry about now. Besides the
board up top, getting his dick sucked will probably the best present
he\'ll get this year.”
“Ha!
From that description it sounds a bit like you at Narrabeen in \'65.”
Byron laughed.
“Me?”
“Of
course, you. I seem to remember you got sucked pretty good after it
was over, Brucey. “
“Yeah,
I did, didn\'t I? I didn\'t believe he\'d do fucking do it either.”
“I’d
sure like to see what’s going on back there, but I’m
afraid if I take a gander I’ll prang the car. So how\'s it
going, back there? Feels pretty damned nice, huh Allan?”
I
ignored him. It was difficult enough, sitting there with them knowing
what Blaine was doing to me. I felt my face getting hotter and
hotter, and it wasn’t from the sun.
“There’s
nothing to be ashamed about, you know mate. It’s not wrong for
a normal healthy boy to like having his cock sucked.” He
paused, letting that sink in for a few seconds. “Even if it’s
with another boy,…” he added as he pointedly turned to
look at Bruce. “That’s right, isn’t it mate?”
“Yep,”
came Bruce immediate response. “You know Adam, just about every
guy I know has done something with his mates. It’s cool. See
it’s not like they all do it the time like poofters, so it’s
okay.”
There
was that word again. It stung, even when it wasn’t used in
reference to me. I had a vague feeling, my instincts telling me to
make Blaine stop while I still had some control over what was
happening. I tensed, considering whether I should push Blaine’s
head away. My penis was beginning to tingle the way it did when I
started to get close to orgasm. I felt the first warning throb as the
pressure grew in my groin. Blaine felt it too. His head moved
slightly, lifting back until my penis was no longer pressed against
his tongue and cheek. I quivered, wanting him to continue, to stop. I
didn’t know what I wanted. My hand moved of its own accord,
then tightened on Blaine’s shoulder to stop his gentle up and
down movements. I wasn’t certain of anything any longer.
“It’s
okay, Allan,… Don’t get uptight on us. Bruce’s
right on. Guys mess around all the time. Sure, a few of them are
poofters, but it’s not the same, not when you’re as close
to each other as you two are,” Byron said softly. He seemed to
understand what I was thinking.
I
glanced up to the mirror and met his eyes. He was an adult, yet I saw
reassurance, even encouragement
“You’ve
only just turned eleven, Cuddlepie. Hell, it’ll be five or six
years before you have a fucking girlfriend, especially going to
Sydney Grammar.”
Sydney
Grammar School, like Edgecliff Preparatory was all-boys. There wasn’t
a girl to be seen, unless you included a few women teachers who dared
to venture into the otherwise all male precinct. There was a sister
school, and an occasional dance, but those were for older boys, the
fifth and sixth formers. It was common knowledge at Edgecliff that
younger boys made do with each other, although no one ever admitted
to it.
“My
point is, mate, getting off with your best friend is the next best
thing to getting laid. There’s nothing wrong with a couple of
guys doing stuff when they’re young and horny.”
“Then
why does everyone make jokes about homos?” I blurted out.
“Because
they don’t know what they’re missing,” Bruce joked.
Byron
laughed. “Yeah, you got that right. See, Cuddlepie, Bruce knows
what he’s talking about. A lot of guys are too uptight to try
stuff with their mates, but not you. It’s one of the things I
really like about you. The point is, messing around with another guy
is not something you want everyone to know about, that’s for
sure. Don’t start telling, otherwise the word will get around,
guaranteed. What Blaine’s doing to you isn\'t something to be
ashamed about, that’s for sure,” he continued.
Blaine
was obviously listening as well. Even though his mouth was full and
he couldn’t answer, he still bobbed his head up and down. It
felt wonderful, even better than the first time, although his lips
were barely moving on my penis. I patted his head like he was an
obedient dog and murmured ‘good boy’. I did it quietly so
that Bruce and Byron could not hear. He giggled from around my penis,
lifting higher until his lips pressed into the groove below the head.
His nymphet model illegal
tongue wriggled over the tip and then he slowly eased back down,
further and further until my penis was all the way back inside his
mouth. He held it there for a long while before he began to vary the
suction. It felt nice, infinitely better than using his hand, there
was no way of getting past it. And it felt natural too, as if my
penis was supposed to be inside Blaine’s mouth. It felt a lot
better than masturbating, although with seemingly constant practice
Blaine and I had developed wanking to a high level.
With
growing amusement, I actually wondered how we were able to go so long
without doing it in each other\'s mouths. I put it down to ‘ignorance
is bliss’, but ignorance was long gone. Bliss was now a matter
of sitting in the sun and getting your penis sucked by your best
friend. I watched the back of Blaine’s head. There were curls
of hair at his ears, but the rest was straight and shiny. It was
bleached lighter at the ends by the surf and sun, but it was still a
long way from being blond like mine. Minutes passed, perhaps longer.
The tingles returned, became throbs, exquisitely sensitive, almost
painful. His mouth came away, his hand sped up, then slowed suddenly
as my body suddenly tensed. Blaine stopped only seconds before my
penis began to jerk. The feelings of an imminent explosion faded
away. There was one time before when he did that, teasing me until I
could barely stand it. That time, my penis became bloated and didn’t
resume its normal size until late at night.
I
groaned and nodded, signalling that he wasn’t to stop, that I
wanted him to keep on doing it. Instead, he licked it like a lollipop
and used his lips in a different way, working up and down the shaft
in dots. It felt like he was kissing it. In a matter of a few
seconds, I wanted him to do that forever it because it felt so nice.
Without much interest, because my mind was in that semi-conscious
state of sexual arousal, I half-tuned into the conversation in the
front of the car.
“….
So what do you reckon? Am I on the right track, or headed to
Bullamakanka?” Bruce asked quietly.
“Hm,
let’s just say that from where I’m sitting, I’d say
you’re onto something good for sure. Maybe even your very own
little Honda, I reckon. Red hot and throbbing, I reckon.”
Bruce
laughed. “For real?”
“Yes,
for fucking real. What’s more, I’ll give you damned good
odds it’ll go exactly the way you want, mate. Ten to one says
you\'ll make out big time before too long.”
“You
reckon?” Bruce sounded hopeful, even eager.
“Reckon?
Bloody hell! It’s as obvious as a fucking turd in a bathtub,
man.” Byron glanced at Bruce. Perhaps he winked, but from where
I was sitting I wasn’t certain. He certainly smirked.
“So,
um,… well what do you reckon I ought to do?” Bruce was
so nervous he didn’t sound like Bruce at all.
Byron
laughed softly. “Jesus! Do I have to write it down for you? It
hasn’t been that long ago since you were on the receiving end
yourself,” he added with a sly chuckle.
His
eyes flicked up to the mirror and after a momentary surprise he
smiled back at me. From my confused expression he could see I was
listening, but not really understanding what they were talking about.
Were they talking about surfing? The competition was always extreme
at Narrabeen. My ears pricked up for helpful hints. I was eager to
learn all there was to know about surfing.
“Yeah,
trust me. Your chances are real good this trip. I’d say you’re
in like Flint. Just don\'t screw it up when you\'re getting close,”
Byron added quietly. His eyes flickered away from the mirror.
Bruce
laughed without warning. Whatever it was that was funny completely
bypassed me. He twisted around just as suddenly in his seat and for
several seconds his eyes wandered over me. I had the distinct
impression that he was trying to see what his brother was doing to
me, trying very hard to see what was hidden by Blaine’s head,
although there could be no doubt from his bent-forward position.
Fortunately, Blaine’s head was positioned so that he couldn’t
see. His brother’s lips were cushioned against my crotch. My
penis was all the way inside his mouth. If felt like something
melting, both soft and mushy as his tongue moved over my testicles.
Even
if he couldn’t see anything, Bruce still grinned at me. It was
only for a moment. When he was certain that I was aware he was
looking at me, he deliberately licked his lips. It made me feel
uncomfortable for a reason that I did not understand. For an instant,
I wondered whether it was supposed to mean that he wanted to be doing
what his brother was doing. I shrugged, not believing that was even
remotely possible, yet deep inside I think I wanted to believe that
was what he meant.
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Chapter
6
Stroud,
not all that far away from Bulahdelah, had a great collection of
convict ruins that my mother took me to see a few years earlier when
we were vacationing in Forster. I even mentioned it to Byron in
passing, but we weren’t about to linger, not when surfing
beckoned. Once the surfboards were checked for tightness on the
roof-racks and we were back in the car, I had a chance to think about
what Bruce and I talked about in the toilet. He had talked openly
about things that Blaine and I had difficulty whispering to each
other. I kept hearing his voice saying ‘it’s no big
deal’. At the same time, I remembered Byron’s hand
rubbing Blaine’s penis, the erratic jerks of Blaine’s
hips as he thrust back and forth. Whenever I masturbated him, he
always lay still and breathed deeply. As we left the park by the
river, I realised that my testicles felt strange. They were tingling.
It seemed like they were trying to tell me something. The same hand
that stroked Blaine’s penis had also touched them. After a
while I sat back, listened to the radio, and waited for the miles to
pass.
Beside
me, Blaine dozed in the morning sun. It was as if nothing had
happened, yet time and time again all I think of was what happened in
the toilet. And then there were the things that Bruce said to me
after Blaine and Byron went back young cutie nymphets
to the car. His voice repeated,
‘it’s no big deal’ until I was tired of hearing it,
but it was a big deal as far as I was concerned. I suppose it
appeared like I was sulking. They left me alone, staring silently out
the side window at the tall eucalypts, at the endless fence posts and
barbed wire. For a while I even began to think that I would have been
better off spending Christmas at Brindajari.
Even
driving at 60 mph for most of the way, it seemed to take us forever
to get into and through Taree, although it was hardly a busy
metropolis. It was a lot like Dubbo in that respect, although the
streets were only about half as wide. I couldn’t help but think
that at the rate we were going it would be midnight before we reached
Coff’s Harbour. However, once we were out of Taree the traffic
lessened to the occasional vehicle, the vast majority of which were
headed north.
On
the straight sections of road, Byron got the car up to cruising
speed, somewhere between 70 and 75 mph, which was a lot faster than
my grandmother drove on the way to Brindajari. Although the radio was
turned up, eventually we were too far away to get good reception, and
the static became unbearable. Bruce turned it off at Byron’s
request. The silence was momentary. A few minutes passed while he
searched through Byron’s collection of cassettes and found one
to listen to. The sound of ‘Surfin’ USA’ filled the
car. Again. It was almost too loud for me, although I liked the Beach
boys and it was one of my favourite songs.
The
miles slipped away. The next two hours passed while a half dozen
cassettes were played. By the time ‘Surfin’ USA’
was played for the fourth time even I was getting tired of hearing
it. I was content to sit back, keep my thoughts to myself and watch
the mile markers by the side of the road. What I was thinking about
didn’t change, but the scenery changed, from coastal forest to
farmland, to prime dairy cattle farming, to sheep. Then, back to
coastal forest. The road we were on was called the Pacific Highway,
but the ocean it was named for was seldom within sight.
Once,
on one of the many trips to Brindajari I estimated there were about
300 fence posts for every mile and then actually tried to count them
to pass the time. At nine or ten years old I soon realised it was
impossible russian elite nymphets
to count to 300 in a minute, which was the time it took to
travel a mile at the speed my grandmother drove. At the speed Byron
was driving it was even harder. I calculated in my head that I would
have to count six fence posts every second. I had just arrived at
that conclusion when the cassette finished playing and Byron’s
voice interrupted my maths-induced reverie.
“What’s
up with our two boys in the back seat? I know Blainey’s
catching up on his beauty rest but Cuddlepie’s being awfully
quiet back there. You reckon he got out of the car, Bruce?”
It
was funny. “I’m here,” I rebuked loudly from the
rear seat.
“I
think he’s sulking,” Bruce answered, half-turning his
head but stopping before he saw me.
“I’m
n-not.”
“Maybe
he’s feeling left out because you wanked his best friend and
not him,” Bruce suggested.
Byron
laughed. “If that’s the problem, he’ll have to wait
a while. I can’t drive and wank at the same time.”
They
both laughed like it was a big joke. I scowled at the backs of their
heads.
“I
could drive,” Bruce offered.
“Yeah,
you could,… when you get your fucking license.” Byron
laughed.
“I’ve
got my learner’s permit.” Bruce sounded hopeful.
“Yeah,
I know. Only I want to be in Coff’s Harbour tonight, not
tomorrow night behind a tow truck. I told you I’d let you drive
once when we get there.” He glanced up in the mirror. “So
is that’s what bugging you, Allan?”
I
shrugged. “Nothing’s bugging me.”
Byron
laughed again. I wondered whether he was laughing at me.
“I
told him it’s no big deal,” Bruce added. “He’ll
get over it.”
“Not
wrong!” Blaine said. He yawned and stretched out.
Byron
hesitated for a few seconds. My face was getting hot. I hated being
the centre of attention like this. Some times, my mother and
grandmother talked about me as if I wasn’t in the room. What
was far worse was when they made a fuss over me when other people
were present.
“Hm,…
Maybe that’s it,” Byron suggested. “He’s
pissed. I guess he doesn’t like sharing his best friend. Is
that it, Allan?”
“Huh?”
I
sat up. Was that why I felt the way I did? I was jealous of Blaine. I
glanced at him. He had a questioning look. Perhaps he was thinking
the same thing.
“He
can do whatever he wants,” I answered moodily.
“You
know something, Allan?” Byron asked. He paused. “I did it
to make him feel good, not to make you angry.”
“I’m
not angry,” I answered curtly.
“Then
stopping making a big deal out of it, Bunny,” Bruce injected.
“You
want to prove it, Allan?” Byron said quietly.
“Huh?”
I muttered.
Byron
glanced up at the rear-vision mirror and met my eyes. “I said
do you want to prove getting wanked is no big deal?”
“Huh?
“Hey
Blainey, is that all he says? Huh, huh, huh?”
Blaine
grinned sideways at me. “Nope. He talks sometimes.”
“Okay
guys,” Byron began seriously. “Now you’re
true-blue, Allan, I can say this,….”
“Say
what?”
“I
said there’s a way how we prove getting wanked is no big deal,
assuming you’re interested.”
“Huh?”
He
had trouble not laughing. “There he goes again. Are you sure
his name isn’t Allan Huh-ding?”
Blaine
giggled. “He only says huh some of the time, but he’s
always hard!”
Bruce
snorted. I rolled my eyes at Blaine.
“Here’s
my plan,” Byron went on. He glanced up into the rear-vision
mirror. “It’s very simple, Cuddlepie. All you have to do
is,…”
“Is
what?” I grouched.
“You
let Blaine wank you,” he said in a blasé voice. “That’ll
prove it, see. No big deal, right guys?”
“Right
on,” Bruce echoed.
Blaine
muffled another giggle. This time he didn’t look at me.
“I
don’t get it?” I asked cautiously. I wasn’t sure I
liked where this was headed, yet my heart picked up a few beats.
“Well,
see if he wanks you off in the back of the car, with us sitting here
in front, well it sort of proves that being wanked in front of your
friends is no big deal, doesn’t it?”
“Um,…”
I stalled.
“The
thing is Allan, now you and Blainey are both true-blue, you have
nothing to hide. Not that you had anything to hide from each other,”
he added in a affable voice that sounded peculiar.
His
logic was anything but indisputable, but it worked on me.
“Huh?”
I muttered again.
Everyone
laughed.
“It’s
not like you’ve got something to be uptight about, Bunny. You
might have if it was the first time he’s done it, but we all
know you and Blainey are a couple of wankers,” Bruce joked.
“Come
on, let’s do it, Allie.” Blaine said without hesitating.
He was always like that when a dare was made. “He’s right
you know. It isn’t like I haven’t wanked you before.”
I
gave him a ‘you’re out-of-your-mind’ look which
only made him smirk again. He could be like that sometimes, as if
there was nothing to be ashamed of. Perhaps there wasn’t
anything to be ashamed about. What did it matter if Blaine and I
masturbated each other under the blankets at night, or in the back
seat of Byron’s car? Just listening to them talking openly
about something had had been a secret for so long had that effect on
me.
“I get
it. It’s your the first time with an audience?” Bruce
joked. His voice was one of exaggerated shock.
“Geez,”
I growled.
“I
think you’re onto something, Bruce. He’s embarrassed. You
want to know something, Cuddlepie?” Byron asked.
“Yeah?”
“Actually,
I’m surprised you Blaine haven’t used Edgecliff’s
dunnies before now,” Byron hooted.
I
reddened. Blaine and I had never done that, but some boys did. That
last thing I would have done was to go into one of the toilet
cubicles during lunch time. I had grown up in a very reserved home,
to the point where people who didn’t know me very well thought
I was shy. However, I had heard them, boys whispering together behind
the door, their muffled giggles and rustle of clothing. Every boy in
the school probably knew what they were doing.
“Come
on,” Blaine said insistently. “We can do each other. It’s
no big deal. lil nymphet nude
It’ll be fun.”
“Hey
Snugglepot. If you do, just take it easy. You’ll wear that cute
little sausage of yours out if you’re not careful, ”
Byron joked. “Not that it’ll drop off from too much
wanking, but you’ll make the little fella sore for tonight.”
Blaine
giggled. Already he free nymphets pussy was beginning to untie the cord at the front of
his board shorts.
“Geez,
Blaine,” I complained uncomfortably.
“If
you don’t want to, that’s okay. I just want to see what
my balls look like.”
With
that, he pulled the cords apart and opened the front of his shorts.
His lifted his bottom off the seat and wriggled the shorts down as
far as his knees. I tried to look away, but instead I stared. His
penis was limp and it snuggled sleepily between his thighs.
“Hey,
I’m going to take them right off, is that okay By,”
Blaine asked teasingly.
“Okay
by me. I’ll just make sure not to go past any trucks,”
Byron joked. “Otherwise we’ll have cars being run off the
road.”
“It’s
not like he’s got all that much worth seeing. Anyway, it
wouldn't be the first time he’s been seen in the buff,”
Bruce remarked off-handedly.
“Yeah,
that's true. I forgot about that. So what about it, Allan? Are you
going to join him and prove you’re true blue?”
“Um,…”
I stalled.
Slowly
Blaine pushed his shorts further down his legs. He stopped at his
ankles so he could always pull them up quickly if he had to. His
knees moved apart, wide apart so that his genitals were exposed
between his slim thighs. He turned and smirked at me. I followed his
glance back down. His scrotum was not the nearly black wrinkled ball
it had been in the toilet. Instead, it hung in loose folds, the
delicate, unnaturally dark-blue skin clearly revealing the shape and
size of his testicles. They looked to be twice the size of mine.
I
was envious. My best friend had functioning testicles that could
produce semen. It was something that I couldn’t do, the only
thing that separated us. There were some things that Blaine was
better at, and some things that I was better at, but mostly we were
equals in the things we did. It was one of the reasons why we were
such good friends. However, being best friends did not stop me from
being jealous of his recently acquired ability. As if to drive the
point home, his fingers pushed into the blue skin, moving his
testicles around as he inspected himself. His penis immediately began
to get bigger. His wasn’t the only one. I could feel my penis
getting hard again as well. It was strange, sitting there in the back
seat of a car going 70 mph and watching my best friend’s penis
become aroused.
“Cool
huh?” Blaine observed. He glanced at me, looking for a
reaction, and then went back to what he was doing. “My balls
don’t look nearly as dark in the sun,” he announced.
Watching
him had a powerful effect on me. I was away from the strict control
of my mother and grandmother for three whole weeks. The freedom was
mind-boggling.
“You
really want to do it?” I whispered.
“It’s
no big deal, Allie,” Blaine said confidently. He sounded a lot
like his older brother. “Go on, let’s see yours. I want
to see what they look like. Take your shorts off too.”
“No
one’s ever going to know, mate,” Byron added supportively
from the front seat.
“We’ve
all seen your dong already, in case you’ve forgotten. See,
because of what we did in the dunny, we don’t have any secrets
between us. Isn’t that right, Bruce.”
“Yep.”
“Trust
me, wanking with your mates, it’s nothing. No big deal. Right
Bruce?”
“Uh
huh.”
“There’s
nothing to be ashamed of, especially for a kid your age. Every boy
does it, you know.”
“I
know,” I muttered.
“That
joystick of yours needs taking care of on a regular basis, Cuddlepie.
You might as well get used to it. It’ll be a real whopper in a
couple of years.”
Again,
I glowed with pride. Still, I stalled, but only for a few seconds.
“Geez!”
I gave a frustrated sigh and pretended as if I had no choice in the
matter.
“Don’t
be a chicken,” Blaine teased.
Slowly,
my hands moved to the laced front of my shorts. It was almost as if I
had no control of them. I fumbled with the ends of the strings, still
trying to decide. Part of me wanted to do it, if only to prove to
them that I wasn’t chicken. The other part, that part that had
grown up with my grandmother and mother always looking over my
shoulder, was having second thoughts. Blaine seemed remotely
interested in what I about to do. He was far more interested in his
own almost erect penis. Suddenly, he looked over at me and giggled.
“What’s
so funny?” I whispered.
“You
are. He’s right on the money you know. You might as well get
used to us seeing you in the buff.”
I
wondered what Blaine was talking about. The beach place where we were
going to be staying had a separate bedroom and a bathroom. There
would always be somewhere to change in private.
Byron
nodded. “Too right! I've always said that a boy with no shame's
got everything to gain. That’s right, isn’t it Bruce.”
“Yep.”
Bruce looked over his shoulder at me. “Be game and you gain.
Hey, Bunny?”
He
smiled at me. I could tell what he wanted me to do. He wanted me to
be half-naked like his brother.
“Y-yeah?”
“Actually,
I thought a motor-head like you would be into doing stuff in a car?”
he taunted.
“Huh?”
“I
know a lot of guys at school who lost their virginity in a car,”
he snickered. “Some of them weren’t much older than you.”
“Hell,
there might even one or two who were younger, huh Bruce?” Byron
added oddly.
“G-geez!”
I said with increasing exasperation.
Still,
I did what they wanted. I wasn’t sure it was what I wanted, not
at first anyway. I unfastened the bow, pulled the cords apart to
loosen the front, lifted my bottom up from the seat, and pushed my
shorts down, a bit further than halfway to my knees. I stopped there,
wanting to do it in the same casual way that Blaine had done a minute
earlier, but it was impossible. I thought of my grandmother. Quickly,
I moved back onto the sticky vinyl seat with my thighs pressed close
together. Sitting that way made it impossible for anyone to see that
I even had a penis, let alone see testicles that had been dyed blue.
I glanced down just to make certain that there was nothing worth
seeing. I thought I looked more like Katie Tattersall the one time
when I saw her naked at the creek.
I
glanced over at Blaine. His penis was fully erect. His blue scrotum
was very exotic, more so black bbs nymphet than any of the outlandish tattoos on the
U.S. servicemen who frequented Kings Cross on RR. It had a
strange effect on me. My curiosity began to get the better of me
within a few seconds. I wanted to see what had been done to me. Did
mine look the same?
“Push
your trunks down. If you’re going to do it, Allie, you have to
do it properly,” Blaine instructed with his familiar endearing
grin. “Here, I’ll do it if you want me to?”
His
hand reached over and tugged at my board shorts insistently. Until
that point in time, I wasn’t at all sure about what was
happening. Part of me insisted that it was wrong. I was doing
something that I knew was wrong. According to my grandmother, that
made it even worse. Yet, despite my nervous guilt, another part of me
argued that I was doing the right thing.
“They
won't care,” he said quietly. “Hell, By likes it when I
strip off in the car.”
“But,....”
I was close to giving in.
“Shhhh.
They won't even know,” Blaine whispered. “They can't see
us. Come on, let's get our duds down.”
What
harm was there in letting Blaine take my board shorts off? No one
would know. There had only been a few times when Blaine and I
completely undressed each other. Usually we took our own clothes off.
However, those few times were the most fun of all. There was
something about having my best friend take my clothes off that made
my heart pound. Needless to say, I got the same thrill from taking
Blaine’s clothes off. What was it about revealing his slim
early-pubescent body that so excited me that I could think of nothing
else? Was it simply a matter of being able to explore him in the way
that I wanted? It would have been so simple if that was all that
there was to it, but it wasn’t. What was it about being naked
with another boy that made my desire to do even more next to
uncontrollable?
However,
in addition to the deep-down thrill, this time I also felt
uncomfortable. I wasn’t in the privacy of a bedroom late at
night. Instead, I was in a car with Byron and Bruce sitting in the
front seat. Byron probably couldn’t see down that far using the
rear vision mirror, but Bruce could easily turn his head at any
second and look back at us whenever he wanted.
I
hadn’t decided either way when Blaine reached over pushed my
shorts all the way down my legs, past my knees, then down to the
floor. Smirking, he guided my legs apart so that we could see what we
both wanted to see. I leaned forward in the seat and gazed down. That
part of my body seemed incongruous. I was tanned all the way to where
my Speedo covered. Not darkly tanned the way that I would be after a
few weeks of summer holidays, but golden brown. From there, my skin
became buff, not milky white like Blaine’s skin. It was
probably why I tanned easier and faster than he did. There, between
my thighs, that tiny dark-blue patch of skin stood out like the
proverbial dog’s balls. For the first time I noticed that my
testicles were not only quite a bit smaller than Blaine’s, but
they only hung about halfway down. The skin beneath them formed two
narrow creases. Maybe that was what Byron meant when he said my
‘balls hadn’t dropped yet’, I mused?
“It’s
cool,” Blaine said admiringly.
“Huh?”
“You’ve
got blue balls,” he replied with amusement, pointing between my
legs.
“Big
deal. Your balls are blue too,” I said, pointing at his groin.
His
penis, having already attained full erection, looked larger than I
remembered. It was noticeably longer and much thicker. Only then did
I realise that Blaine Junior had to be every bit of four inches long.
It nymphet adult site must have grown since the last time we measured it. My penis, on
the other hand seemed to have not grown at all.
“Yeah,
we're both true blue,” he giggled. “Hey, Allie-cat?”
“Huh?”
“Why
don’t you make yours hard too? Unless you want me to do it for
you,” he offered, gratuitously I thought.
"No
way."
He
smirked at my hasty response. Both of us knew that if we were by
ourselves, I would not have said ‘no’.
"Okay
then. Hey, I’ve got an idea. I bet I can make it stiff without
even touching it. All you have to do it sit there…"
I
shook my head. He smirked again. His head inclined as he leaned in
closer.
"….
And look at me," he finished in a whisper.
Just
sitting there, half naked with my best friend, was enough. My penis
was already responding of its own accord. The sense of shame that
came from knowing that he realised the effect he had on me was
instantaneous and unforgettable. Until then, I always believed that I
could hide my body's response to seeing him naked, or at least I
managed to pretend that something else caused my erection. I tried to
ignore him. I even stared out the window for a while. Yet, all the
time I was aware that my shorts were bunched at my ankles. Finally,
my eyes strayed to the nearly naked boy beside me. It was the last
straw. I tried to think of something else as my penis continued to
grow. I was embarrassed. I was old enough to realise that boys
weren't supposed to get erections because of other boys, but my
embarrassment was of no concern to the thing between my legs. It got
harder and harder no matter what I did.
“See!”
He grinned. “Keep on looking it'll get hard all the way.”
“Don’t
be dumb, Blaine!”
“Getting
a stiffie is no big deal.”
“I
know.”
“So?
Then do it, Allie.”
“What
if I don’t want to?” I pointed at the seats in front of
us.
“Like
they care,” Blaine quipped.
“Hey,
I don't want to interrupt you fun back there, but there’s
nothing to be uptight about, Allan. Not when we’re all guys,”
Byron challenged.
So
they could hear, and they did know what was happening, and they
didn't care? It was hard to believe.
“Geez,
I’ll do it, okay,” I muttered. I stroked my penis a few
times and wished it would go away.
“Now
it’s really getting stiff,” Blaine observed with a
leering smirk. “But it’s kind of hard to tell because
it’s so tiny.”
“Bugger
off,” I growled. “It’s not that much smaller than
yours and I’m nearly a year younger.”
“Okay,
but yours is a skinny dick,” Blaine snickered.
I
tried to change the topic. I inspected my scrotum carefully, pushing
my testicles around the same way that Blaine did. His testicles were
huge compared to mine. Maybe there was something to what he said
about a boy’s testicles becoming larger when he started
puberty. We should have brought his booklet with us. He kept looking,
making the obvious comparison to his own.
“They
look sore. Do you think the dye stuff hurts them?” I asked
nervously.
Blaine
shook his head. “Nope. Don’t worry about it, Allan. Mine
are like that too. It won't be long before they're back to normal.
After a couple of days in the surf your balls won’t be nearly
as dark. It fades pretty quickly."
"They
look dumb." I had a tendency to be pragmatic at the most
inopportune of times.
"Nah,
the colour just makes them look weird. Different, you know. You
aren’t used to it, that’s nymphet bra collection all.”
“And
you’re used to it already?” I asked sarcastically.
“He
fucking ought to be,” Bruce laughed.
“We
did Blainey’s balls this time last year,” Byron
commented. “Don’t sweat it, Allan. By the time we get you
back to your mum, it’ll mostly be worn off.”
“It'll
be hard to see in a couple of weeks,” Blaine assured me.
“He's
right. There's nothing to worry about, Cuddlepie. Just remember to
keep them covered when you use a public loo. If you’re anything
like Blainey, you’ll get used to having blue balls pretty
quickly. I expect you’ll be used to a few other things as
well,” he laughed. “What do you reckon, Bruce? Do you
think we can get him used to doing some other stuff? I prettens pedo nymphet
mean with him
being around us for three weeks…”
I
wanted to ask ‘used to what other things’, and what
‘other stuff' entailed, but my confidence wasn't all that great
at the best of times. I had a tendency to stutter sometimes when I
was nervous. I wasn’t in the mood to be teased about that as
well.
“He
will,… if I get my way,” Bruce answered.
He
waved his hand without looking at me, his thumb up, his fist closed.
It was the ‘good luck’, ‘right-o, mate’ sign
that all Australians used. Maybe Bruce was saying that he would teach
me a few things about surfing. A boy could only hope, because usually
older brothers didn’t give boys my age the time of day.
Blaine
giggled all of sudden. He leaned closer, until his lips were almost
touching my ear.
“See,
I told you he liked you,” he whispered in my ear before he
pulled back.
“Huh?”
“Just
remember, Cuddlepie, anything that happens between us guys, and I do
mean anything, by the way,... Well, it’s no big deal, right
boy-o?” Byron said.
He
must have heard something, which surprised me because I barely heard
Blaine.
“Uh
huh.”
I
was beginning to get tired of hearing ‘no big deal’, but
it was also having another effect on me. I was beginning to believe
it.
I
shared a glance with Blaine. He winked and casually stroked up, then
down his erection. Then, with the thumb and first fingers of both
hands, he squeezed the shaft of his penis just below the glans. It
made the head swell up so that it was larger and darker than normal.
The head of his penis was different to mine. We compared them often
enough to know the differences by heart. For one thing, the skin on
my penis was much tighter. There were brown rings on both of them,
but while Blaine’s was about one third of the way down the
shaft, mine was more than halfway down. The head of his penis was
also noticeably larger than mine, swelling prominently out from the
shaft so that it appeared to sit on top. Mine, on the other hand, was
what Blaine aptly called the ‘streamlined model’, partly
because it was narrower than the shaft, but also because of the
collar of skin that formed when our penises were limp. The crinkled
collar was almost non-existent on my penis.
We
figured they felt pretty much the same for us, regardless of
appearance and size differences. We were both very sensitive there,
but Blaine was adamant that a big one would feel better for sex. He
justified this by saying that there was ‘more to rub ’,
which I really didn’t understand, although it seemed to make
good sense to him. What I did know was that I didn’t like to
rub mine in the same way that he did. Blaine used the full length and
as many fingers as he could comfortably fit. For myself, I far
preferred squeezing or rubbing on the upper part, either on the head
or just below it. If I rubbed mine the way he did, the friction soon
became uncomfortable.
“You
want me to do yours, Allie” Blaine offered.
He
said it quietly, but it was still loud enough for everyone in the car
to hear. No one said anything. Not even Bruce, which surprised me.
They seemed to be ignoring us. Maybe they were waiting to see if I
agreed. Maybe it wasn’t a big deal after all. All I wanted was
for Bruce not to make fun of me. On the positive side, he seemed to
have stopped doing that after our talk in the toilet.
“Well”?
Blaine prompted. At least he sounded as if he wanted to do it.
“I
suppose,” I agreed, reluctantly, because it wouldn’t be
very smart to appear to be too eager.
“Okay.
Hey, let’s get closer, Allie,” Blaine suggested. He edged
across the seat. I regarded him warily. “I little nymphet photos
can’t reach it
properly from over here. Our arms will get tired otherwise.”
He
slid across the seat, stopping when he reached the centre. He splayed
his legs with his feet on either side of the transmission hump. There
was do doubt that he was showing himself off to anyone who cared to
look. He was almost making a spectacle of it because he was sitting
right in the opening between the two bucket seats, right where Byron
could see him if he as much as glanced in the rear vision mirror or
turned his head. Needless to say, only a few seconds passed before
Byron looked up at the mirror. A moment later, he took his eyes off
the road and glanced over his shoulder.
“Nice
view, Blainey,” he commented quickly before turning back to
driving the car.
“Don’t
be fucking wasting anything back there, Blainey,” Bruce jibed.
“I reckon you’re going to need all of it tonight.”
Neither
Blaine or Byron didn’t seem to mind Bruce’s language or
what he said. Blaine grinned at me as if it was funny. I didn’t
smile. I wondered whether Byron was referring to Blaine’s newly
acquired ability to produce semen. I would have been as red as a
beetroot if that was the case, but that was Blaine. Rather, it was
the new Blaine. I was quickly coming to realise that the boy sitting
next to me was quite a bit different to the boy who was my best
friend since kindergarten. I liked both of them, but the new Blaine
was more fun, I decided.
Without
more warning than a devilish smile that my grandmother would have
said meant that he was up to no good, Blaine took hold of my rigid
penis and squeezed playfully.
“Man,
you’re even harder than I am,” he observed.
His
fingers relaxed, then slowly moved up and down my penis. Just once
and very lightly, because he knew what I liked and what I didn’t
like. Then, his thumb curled away and rubbed gently across the head.
That was what I liked the most. He knew exactly what to do. Back and
forth, tickling, lightly scratching where the tiny slit was, then
moving down into the groove in the underside before returning. I
watched him doing it, wondering whether he was tormenting me for no
other reason than he was bored. After a year of playing with each
other’s private parts, we viewed them almost as toys. Neither
of us was willing to stop. It felt so good that within the space of
just a few very short seconds, I trembled.
“It’s
not so bad, is it?” Bruce asked.
I
glanced up. Until then I hadn’t flat chested nymphet
realised that Byron was
glancing constantly up at the mirror. What could he see? I glared
back at him, sending a silent message that I would be a lot happier
if he and Bruce ignored us. Byron smiled at me.
“I
keep telling you,….”
“It’s
no big deal,” I finished. “I get the point, okay?”
“You
know, Cuddlepie,…” Byron began. He paused. “As far
as I’m concerned, it really isn’t a big deal what you and
Blaine do together. Or what anyone else does with either of you
prawns as well. Do you know why?”
“Huh?
Um,…”
Byron
laughed. “The thing is, see, you have to learn about sex sooner
or later, and girls, well they really don’t understand what us
guys like. Never have, never will. That’s just the way it is,
isn’t mate?” he asked Bruce.
“Yep.
They’re fun to fuck, but that’s all.”
“I’m
not even sure they’re that much fun to fuck, for that matter,”
Byron interrupted. “You spend most of your time worrying about
getting them pregnant. If you’re lucky enough to get them
randy, you might be able to get it in for a quickie. All they want to
do is get married and have kids.”
“Or
you have to take them to expensive restaurants to get them in the
mood,” Bruce cut in.
“Right
on!” Byron exclaimed. “They cost a fortune and all you
get out of it is a fuck now and then. I’ve always said it takes
a dick to really know how to make another dick feel good. I can see
why poofters prefer guys. At least your bum-chum pays his own way,”
Byron added crudely.
Blaine
and I laughed uncertainly. We were both distracted. His slowly moving
thumb was making my penis start to tingle. Sometimes we did that to
each other, not really masturbating, just playing with them without
trying to achieve climax. The ‘jerks’ were nice, and we
usually ended up doing that, but just lying close together and
touching each other’s private parts was nice too.
“And
the best part is you don’t have to worry about getting him
knocked up,” Blaine giggled.
“The
worst thing is you might get a dirty dick out of it,” Bruce
added.
“Gross!”
I called out loudly, because it was expected that every red-blooded
boy react that way when the subject of homosexuality came up.
“Yeah,
it’s gross all right,” Byron said. “Chasing a
sheila is far better, right?”
“Even
if she costs a fucking fortune to keep around?” Blaine asked. I
wasn’t surprised to hear him swear. That was the mood of the
situation.
“Yeah,
well that's true enough. You might have a good point there, Blaine,
especially when she’s on her fucking period. When you stop to
think about how much it costs for an occasional stuff, a guy would be
better off being a ‘perv’ and chasing after little boys.
At least you're more likely to get a root, right guys?”
Bruce
laughed, but then all of us laughed. ‘Perv’ jokes were
almost as common as ‘poofter’ jokes at school. After
that, the subject was changed, probably because no one in their right
mind wanted to talk about poofters and perverts. free angels nymphet model
Byron engaged Bruce
in a discussion of the various merits of the techniques used by the
other surfers who he competed with at the New South Wales Junior
Surfing Championships at Narrabeen. I relaxed in the rear seat,
perfectly content to listen to them and be the recipient of Blaine’s
gently moving hand.
“Do
mine,” Blaine instructed after a while.
“Sorry,
Blainey,” I muttered. I had quite forgotten that a large part
of our relationship was based on mutual pleasuring.
I
took hold of Blaine’s penis and began to administer the same
careful treatment, all nymph child pussy the while thinking about ‘sheilas’
and the strange way that Bruce laughed when Byron joked about
‘chasing after little boys’.
That
the head of Blaine’s penis was larger than mine, only made what
I was doing that much easier. I liked how it bulged out from the
shaft. It looked like a lot like a mushroom, like the mushrooms that
occasionally appeared in the pastures at Brindajari after rain. It
made me smile to myself. Only later, much later, would I learn that
there was something of a disadvantage to having a penis with a widely
flared head.
Occasionally,
Bruce turned around and looked back at us. Every time he did so, he
winked at me. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to.
He could see that I was getting used to the idea that being wanked in
front of him really wasn’t a big deal. After a while, I began
to look forward to his glances. I began to exaggerate my enjoyment,
making soft sighs and half-closing my eyes, or tensing up and
breathing in gasps. Eventually, I wasn’t pretending .
“It
feels nice, huh?”
I
shrugged ambivalently, which only caused Bruce to smile.
“Old
Blainey’s pretty good at it, isn’t he?” Bruce
added.
I
nodded slightly so that words weren’t nymphets land free needed. However it was
only the truth. Blaine was good at it. He seemed to anticipate
exactly what I wanted. When my penis started to become too sensitive,
he shifted from rubbing the top inch to squeezing. When it ached from
being so stiff, he transferred his attention to my testicles. His
favourite trick was to place his fingers under my pouch and use his
thumb to roll my testicles from side to side. Naturally, I did the
same to him, feeling vaguely envious that his were larger. He was
growing up while I wasn’t.
“Hey
Bunny, you want to know a secret?”
“Huh?”
“Do
you want to know why he's so good at wanking? I taught him everything
he knows. I did, didn’t I, Blainey?” Bruce teased.
Byron
snorted in derision, then chuckled. “Actually, I think there’s
someone else in the car who had a little something to do with it,”
he said suggestively.
Blaine
giggled and nodded eagerly. In truth, I thought Byron was talking
about me, although I wasn’t at all sure that I could teach
Blaine anything. As far back as I could remember, and I had been
doing secret things with Blaine for about a year by then, it seemed
that he was the teacher and I was the student when it came to doing
‘sex stuff’ together. However, whatever we did together,
it was always a game, a game that two willing and adventurous
prepubescent boys enjoyed playing. Now, the more I thought about it,
the more I realised It was not a game that most best friends played.
What we did together was a lot to do with having sex. It wasn’t
a ‘big deal’, not as long as no one else knew about it. I
was smart enough to know that whatever happened during the next few
weeks had to remain a secret, and not just from my mother and
grandmother.
And
so on and on we went, passing by a blur of seemingly endless trees
and fences, mile after mile, going much faster than we ever did
during the long drive from Parkes to Dubbo. On the trip to Brindajari
all I had to look forward to was riding my horse, usually to check
the fences, and swimming in Callan Creek. It seemed boring by
comparison with where we were headed. I was going to learn to surf
like the pros in the magazines.
Between
looking out the widows at the constant scenery, listening to the
radio, or snoozing in the hot sun, Blaine and I played with each
other’s penises on and off. We did it from somewhere north of
Taree to the outskirts of Port Macquarie, where we stopped for a
much-delayed lunch. Not that we wanked all the time, because we
didn’t. A lot of the time, we merely sat side by side, holding
each other. Blaine was the brother I never had. I was always content
just to be close to him. Touching each others’ penises brought
us even closer together, but what I relished was his friendship.
By
the time we reached Port Macquarie, I was used to being half naked in
front of them. Indeed, I enjoyed the sense of freedom. There was also
the sheer naughtiness of being bare in a car doing 60 to nude little nymphets 70 mph,
something that was very appealing to a boy whose natural instincts
for mischief had been stifled by living in a home dominated by women.
It was fun, sitting in Byron’s car, the warm breeze blowing
over my bare legs, my penis in that semi-hard state that came when it
felt good but I was too lethargic to go the rest of the way and
finish off. free nymphet pic
My
dyed scrotum was a source of continuing amusement. Every time I
looked down and saw the patch of dark blue skin under my penis, I
smiled. I smiled whenever I saw Blaine’s scrotum as well. That
part of our bodies certainly looked funny, no doubt about it.
However, it also marked us as being initiated, although what I had
been initiated into was only slowly becoming apparent. So far, it
seemed to be worth the doing.
“Hey
Bruce? I think I finally found something smaller than your brain,”
Blaine chortled.
Bruce
swivelled around in his seat. Blaine was fondling my testicles at the
time. He pulled the pouch outward, pressing one of my testicles into
the skin.
“See,….
I’ve always figured your brain was about the size of a marble,”
Blaine joked. “But now I see I was wrong.”
“You’re
close,” Bruce warned.
“Don’
t you want to know why?”
“Nope!”
“Why?”
Byron asked with a chuckle.
“Well,
see I reckon Allie’s ball is the same size as Bruce’s
brain so we’re talking smaller than a marble.” Blaine
laughed gleefully. “Actually, his nuts might even be bigger.”
“They
probably are, but there are two of them,” Byron said, still
laughing.
“So
that means that Allie must be twice as smart as Bruce.”
“Mmmm.
That must mean he thinks with his balls as well,” Byron joked.
“I know Bruce does, especially when it comes to his sex life.”
“I
didn’t know you had to think in order to wank,” I said.
There
was a momentary silence and then everyone laughed.
“Yeah,
go Allan,” Byron said encouragingly. “That’s more
like my kind of boy. Now, if we can just get you to say ‘fuck’,…”
he taunted.
“Go
on, Allie. Do it. Say f-u-c-k,” Blaine teased.
“Rack
off!” I had to take a breath in order to say it, so deeply
ingrained was the prohibition against swearing in the home that I had
I grown up in. “Okay. Fuck,” I said quietly.
“Don’t
fart-arse around, Bunny. If you’re going to say it, it’s
got to be loud enough to fucking hear. Say it louder,” Bruce
laughed.
“W-why?”
“Geez.
I just want to make sure I heard you say it.”
He
didn’t sound serious. It was all part of the game. However, if
he wanted to make me say it louder, I was perfectly willing to
oblige. I took another breath, deeper than before. I filled my lungs.
“FUCK!”
I shouted at the top of my unbroken voice.
“Ripper
mate!” Byron laughed. “Hey, now we got you started, let's
hear you say,… Hm,… give me a sec. Let me think of a
good one,… only nothing to do with sheilas, ‘cause we
don’t want him getting embarrassed, do we? Hm, about,... I
don’t know. What should we have him say next, guys?”
“How
about,… ‘suck my cock’?” Bruce suggested. He
made it sound crude, exciting too.
“Good
one. That’ll be it then! Say suck my cock, Cuddlepie. We dare
you.”
“Why
do I have to say that?” I demanded.
It
wasn’t so much the words as a part of me still didn’t
want to accept that they knew what Blaine and I did, even though he
told them that I had sucked his cock and he sucked mine. Saying it
was like confirming it. It was supposed to be a secret. To make
matters worse, the situation was getting out of hand. My face became
hot.
“Why?
Hm, because,…” Byron pretended to ponder the reason.
“So
he’ll know what to say the next time he wants his dick sucked,”
Bruce suggested brazenly. “He might as well sexy nymphets free pics practice saying
it.”
Byron
laughed so hard I thought he was going to let go of the steering
wheel. “That’ll work. I can’t wait to hear him say
it.” He raised his voice to a Tiny Tim falsetto, imitating my
voice as best he could. It sounded funny even to me. “Suck my
cock, please Blainey? Please.”
“That’ll
be the day,” I returned, miffed that he would even suggest such
a thing.
Byron
ignored my reaction. “Okay, boy-o, let’s get serious
here. It’s as easy as falling off a log. All you have to do is
take another deep breath and say in a nice loud voice, ‘suck my
cock’ so we untouched nymphets
can all hear it.”
I
hadn’t realised that he noticed what I did in order to say
‘fuck’. Still, for some reason I didn’t understand
at the time, and to this day I still don’t, I did what he told
me to.
“Suck
my cock,” I said in a rush.
“Okay!”
Byron exclaimed. “That's my boy.”
Blaine
guffawed. He smirked back at me, his eyes playful yet intense. “Yeah!
Right on. I’ll even do it too. I’ll suck your cock, if
you want me to, Allie.”
“I
didn’t mean,…” I began.
“Hey,
I dare you to, Blaine,” Bruce interrupted.
Blaine’s
expression was mischievous. My expression was just plain embarrassed.
I shook my head, warning Blaine not to try it. He kept smirking. Like
most soon-to-be twelve-year-old boys, Blaine was always ready to take
up a dare, but he had always been like that. It was one of the
reasons why I liked him so much. He had what my grandmother called an
overly adventurous spirit at the best of times, and a troublemaker at
other times. It was no secret that she tolerated him only because he
was my best friend.
“Let’s
do it, Allie,” Blaine said gleefully.
“No
way!” I almost said ‘no nude ukrainian angels nymphets
fucking way’ to express how
I felt about it. There was no way I was going to that in front of
them.
“It’s
no big deal,” Byron reminded me, as if I needed reminding.
“It’s
not like Blainey hasn’t given you head before,” Bruce
added.
‘Head’?
It was an expression I hadn’t heard before. “Huh?”
“He
means I sucked your dong, you drongo,” Blaine explained. “It’s
what they call it in the States. Come on, Al-man. All you have to do
is sit back and enjoy it. You don’t have to do anything to me,
not if you don’t want to.”
“Sheez!”
I complained.
“Just
for a jiffy?” Blaine said insistently. “For the dare,
okay?”
“He’s
not very keen on getting his dick sucked, is he?” Byron joked.
“You sure he’s true blue, Blainey?”
“He
is. He’s as keen as mustard to do stuff with me,” Blaine
replied jovially. “The problem is he just doesn’t know
about the rest of you weirdoes yet.”
“Okie
dokie. Just don’t go getting him all hot under the collar,”
Byron warned. “We don’t want him getting pissed off at
us.”
“Sheez!
I’m not hot under the collar.” My face was becoming
hotter and hotter. I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t
certain of anything at that point.
Blaine
smiled at me and nodded slightly. Then, the bugger licked his lips,
using his tongue to get them wet and slippery. I glared at him, my
best friend. He nodded again and began to lean forward. We both knew
that I would have to push him away in order to stop him. The
excitement was overpowering. I wasn't about to do anything to stop
him, even with an audience. The temptation was simply too great. It
felt too nice. I tried to shake my head one last time. No way. I did
the only thing I could. I looked out the window and tried to pretend
it wasn’t happening.
However,
it was happening. He blew warm air over my penis as his nose came
closer. Suddenly, I realised it was moist air from his open mouth,
and he was doing it deliberately so that I knew what he was about to
do. Then, just as I was about to say ‘don’t do it’,
the warm slipperiness of his tongue slid over the head of my penis. I
tensed, waiting, anxious, afraid that he might really put it into his
mouth and actually suck it, or worse, that he would not do it.
His
lips nibbled on the head of my penis for a second or two as if he was
kissing it. I could be sure of anything. Then, he popped the first
half-inch of my penis inside his mouth. natural nymphets gallery He held it there for a few
more seconds, pulling his lips onto the head as if kissing it. When I
didn’t stop him, his tongue began to move. He sucked and
slobbered over the head. Just a little further inside and his teeth
closed behind the rim, chewing lightly on the tender swollen bulb. I
did the only thing I could under the circumstances. I closed my eyes
and rested my right hand on top of Blaine’s head. His lips
slowly sank further down my shaft, pulled back up just as leisurely,
and then repeated the downward slide. The second time was better. It
was slippery. I trembled at the feeling. I didn’t like rubbing
my penis with long strokes because it made the skin sore, but it was
different in Blaine’s mouth. There was no other feeling quite
like it. It was warm and slimy, mixed with that wonderful softness
inside his mouth, and above all, the delicious sensation of his
tongue as it moved back and forth over my penis.
“Are
they doing what I think they’re doing back there?” Byron
asked Bruce. He sounded amused, even interested.
“You
better believe it, By.” Bruce’s voice sounded like he had
a bad case of holding back the giggles. “Right now, Blaine’s
going down on him. It looks like he’s doing it all the way too,
at least from where I’m sitting.”
“Now,
that’s what I call pure boy joy,” Byron announced. He
sounded amused.
“Yeah,
I’d say that’s pretty much right on the mark. He’s
got the biggest grin plastered on his nymphet photo angels
mug.”
“Which
one’s got the grin?” Byron teased.
“Guess.”
“The
birthday boy.”
“Yeah.
He looks like he’s as happy as Larry about now. Besides the
board up top, getting his dick sucked will probably the best present
he'll get this year.”
“Ha!
From that description it sounds a bit like you at Narrabeen in '65.”
Byron laughed.
“Me?”
“Of
course, you. I seem to remember you got sucked pretty good after it
was over, Brucey. “
“Yeah,
I did, didn't I? I didn't believe he'd do fucking do it either.”
“I’d
sure like to see what’s going on back there, but I’m
afraid if I take a gander I’ll prang the car. So how's it
going, back there? Feels pretty damned nice, huh Allan?”
I
ignored him. It was difficult enough, sitting there with them knowing
what Blaine was doing to me. I felt my face getting hotter and
hotter, and it wasn’t from the sun.
“There’s
nothing to be ashamed about, you know mate. It’s not wrong for
a normal healthy boy to like having his cock sucked.” He
paused, letting that sink in for a few seconds. “Even if it’s
with another boy,…” he added as he pointedly turned to
look at Bruce. “That’s right, isn’t it mate?”
“Yep,”
came Bruce immediate response. “You know Adam, just about every
guy I know has done something with his mates. It’s cool. See
it’s not like they all do it the time like poofters, so it’s
okay.”
There
was that word again. It stung, even when it wasn’t used in
reference to me. I had a vague feeling, my instincts telling me to
make Blaine stop while I still had some control over what was
happening. I tensed, considering whether I should push Blaine’s
head away. My penis was beginning to tingle the way it did when I
started to get close to orgasm. I felt the first warning throb as the
pressure grew in my groin. Blaine felt it too. His head moved
slightly, lifting back until my penis was no longer pressed against
his tongue and cheek. I quivered, wanting him to continue, to stop. I
didn’t know what I wanted. My hand moved of its own accord,
then tightened on Blaine’s shoulder to stop his gentle up and
down movements. I wasn’t certain of anything any longer.
“It’s
okay, Allan,… Don’t get uptight on us. Bruce’s
right on. Guys mess around all the time. Sure, a few of them are
poofters, but it’s not the same, not when you’re as close
to each other as you two are,” Byron said softly. He seemed to
understand what I was thinking.
I
glanced up to the mirror and met his eyes. He was an adult, yet I saw
reassurance, even encouragement
“You’ve
only just turned eleven, Cuddlepie. Hell, it’ll be five or six
years before you have a fucking girlfriend, especially going to
Sydney Grammar.”
Sydney
Grammar School, like Edgecliff Preparatory was all-boys. There wasn’t
a girl to be seen, unless you included a few women teachers who dared
to venture into the otherwise all male precinct. There was a sister
school, and an occasional dance, but those were for older boys, the
fifth and sixth formers. It was common knowledge at Edgecliff that
younger boys made do with each other, although no one ever admitted
to it.
“My
point is, mate, getting off with your best friend is the next best
thing to getting laid. There’s nothing wrong with a couple of
guys doing stuff when they’re young and horny.”
“Then
why does everyone make jokes about homos?” I blurted out.
“Because
they don’t know what they’re missing,” Bruce joked.
Byron
laughed. “Yeah, you got that right. See, Cuddlepie, Bruce knows
what he’s talking about. A lot of guys are too uptight to try
stuff with their mates, but not you. It’s one of the things I
really like about you. The point is, messing around with another guy
is not something you want everyone to know about, that’s for
sure. Don’t start telling, otherwise the word will get around,
guaranteed. What Blaine’s doing to you isn't something to be
ashamed about, that’s for sure,” he continued.
Blaine
was obviously listening as well. Even though his mouth was full and
he couldn’t answer, he still bobbed his head up and down. It
felt wonderful, even better than the first time, although his lips
were barely moving on my penis. I patted his head like he was an
obedient dog and murmured ‘good boy’. I did it quietly so
that Bruce and Byron could not hear. He giggled from around my penis,
lifting higher until his lips pressed into the groove below the head.
His nymphet model illegal
tongue wriggled over the tip and then he slowly eased back down,
further and further until my penis was all the way back inside his
mouth. He held it there for a long while before he began to vary the
suction. It felt nice, infinitely better than using his hand, there
was no way of getting past it. And it felt natural too, as if my
penis was supposed to be inside Blaine’s mouth. It felt a lot
better than masturbating, although with seemingly constant practice
Blaine and I had developed wanking to a high level.
With
growing amusement, I actually wondered how we were able to go so long
without doing it in each other's mouths. I put it down to ‘ignorance
is bliss’, but ignorance was long gone. Bliss was now a matter
of sitting in the sun and getting your penis sucked by your best
friend. I watched the back of Blaine’s head. There were curls
of hair at his ears, but the rest was straight and shiny. It was
bleached lighter at the ends by the surf and sun, but it was still a
long way from being blond like mine. Minutes passed, perhaps longer.
The tingles returned, became throbs, exquisitely sensitive, almost
painful. His mouth came away, his hand sped up, then slowed suddenly
as my body suddenly tensed. Blaine stopped only seconds before my
penis began to jerk. The feelings of an imminent explosion faded
away. There was one time before when he did that, teasing me until I
could barely stand it. That time, my penis became bloated and didn’t
resume its normal size until late at night.
I
groaned and nodded, signalling that he wasn’t to stop, that I
wanted him to keep on doing it. Instead, he licked it like a lollipop
and used his lips in a different way, working up and down the shaft
in dots. It felt like he was kissing it. In a matter of a few
seconds, I wanted him to do that forever it because it felt so nice.
Without much interest, because my mind was in that semi-conscious
state of sexual arousal, I half-tuned into the conversation in the
front of the car.
“….
So what do you reckon? Am I on the right track, or headed to
Bullamakanka?” Bruce asked quietly.
“Hm,
let’s just say that from where I’m sitting, I’d say
you’re onto something good for sure. Maybe even your very own
little Honda, I reckon. Red hot and throbbing, I reckon.”
Bruce
laughed. “For real?”
“Yes,
for fucking real. What’s more, I’ll give you damned good
odds it’ll go exactly the way you want, mate. Ten to one says
you'll make out big time before too long.”
“You
reckon?” Bruce sounded hopeful, even eager.
“Reckon?
Bloody hell! It’s as obvious as a fucking turd in a bathtub,
man.” Byron glanced at Bruce. Perhaps he winked, but from where
I was sitting I wasn’t certain. He certainly smirked.
“So,
um,… well what do you reckon I ought to do?” Bruce was
so nervous he didn’t sound like Bruce at all.
Byron
laughed softly. “Jesus! Do I have to write it down for you? It
hasn’t been that long ago since you were on the receiving end
yourself,” he added with a sly chuckle.
His
eyes flicked up to the mirror and after a momentary surprise he
smiled back at me. From my confused expression he could see I was
listening, but not really understanding what they were talking about.
Were they talking about surfing? The competition was always extreme
at Narrabeen. My ears pricked up for helpful hints. I was eager to
learn all there was to know about surfing.
“Yeah,
trust me. Your chances are real good this trip. I’d say you’re
in like Flint. Just don't screw it up when you're getting close,”
Byron added quietly. His eyes flickered away from the mirror.
Bruce
laughed without warning. Whatever it was that was funny completely
bypassed me. He twisted around just as suddenly in his seat and for
several seconds his eyes wandered over me. I had the distinct
impression that he was trying to see what his brother was doing to
me, trying very hard to see what was hidden by Blaine’s head,
although there could be no doubt from his bent-forward position.
Fortunately, Blaine’s head was positioned so that he couldn’t
see. His brother’s lips were cushioned against my crotch. My
penis was all the way inside his mouth. If felt like something
melting, both soft and mushy as his tongue moved over my testicles.
Even
if he couldn’t see anything, Bruce still grinned at me. It was
only for a moment. When he was certain that I was aware he was
looking at me, he deliberately licked his lips. It made me feel
uncomfortable for a reason that I did not understand. For an instant,
I wondered whether it was supposed to mean that he wanted to be doing
what his brother was doing. I shrugged, not believing that was even
remotely possible, yet deep inside I think I wanted to believe that
was what he meant.
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