All Hands on Deck
Ken Smith
Copyright 2010 by Ken Smith
Smashwords Edition
Chapter 0 – CONTENTS - Riding the Big One
PIP
TAKING THE PLUNGE
TUCKER
PINKY
WAR GAMES
JOE
SHORE LEAVE
A BIT OF ROUGH
BIRTHDAY BOY
LITTLE BEN, BIG GUN
LITTLE WILLY
MADAM FOO FOO'S
PEANUT TREAT
BEN DOWN AGAIN
PLEASURE AND PAIN
SURVIVAL
RIDING THE BIG ONE
Chapter 1 - PIP
They call me Sandy because of my surname and not the colour of my hair, what's left of it. That's black and is cropped short now; more and old fashioned crew cut than a number one. No matter, I think it suits me. Naturally, my long eyelashes and thin eyebrows match my hair and pubic bush.
My face has never had a razor held to it and is as smooth as the rest of my body. I've also been blessed with big brown eyes, a short cute nose and a pair of full, kissable, sucking lips which are plum red. As far as most guys go I'm pretty small in the height department, coming in at five eight. But I've go a decent body which is smooth and the muscles developing. My whole, lovely self weighs just over nine stone.
Pip and I are pals; we have been for nine months, since the day he moved to a countryside cottage about two miles from where I live. Like my own home, his is way out in the sticks and far away from other youths of our own age. Sadly we don't go to the same school, so I only see him on the occasional evening or at the weekends. Even so, we are as close as brother, something both of us don't have.
Once again, we'd arranged to meet on Lover's Hill, a place where the thick woodland buffeted the open space of The Common, which was covered in gorse, heather and bracken. It was home to wild ponies, deer and cows, and a whole host of other four-legged beasts, many of which we'd attempted to lasso on fun-filled 'cowboy' days. It was also home to a variety of birds and the poisonous adders. As the name implied it was often the haunt of courting couples on balmy summer evenings or darkened nights. On many an evening Pip and I had secretly observed the naughtiness going on. It was something we both enjoyed immensely.
My sexy shorts-clad bottom was perched on the top rung of the mossy, five-bar wooden gate, the only proper access to the path that ran through Bluebell Wood. I was awaiting Pip’s arrival, my T-shirt slung over the gatepost, the top half of my body naked and absorbing the fierce heat of the morning sun. My already tanned torso was browning for the second day this week.
There was a strange mixture of excitement and uncertainty about me as I basked in the glorious sunshine and pleasant breeze. Although my attention was focussed on a stallion mounting a young mare, giving the smaller animal a jolly good servicing, my thoughts were elsewhere. I hadn’t seen Pip for almost a month, and since our last meeting both of us had left our respective schools and were now in the process of entering the big bad world. I knew only to well about my future plans—I hadn’t any! Where Pip intended to direct his newfound freedom, away from the horrors of schoolteacher and schoolboy bullies, I had no idea.
Because Pip was my only true pal, what was foremost in my mind, now that we had left school and were seeking our own paths to follow, was that we may well spend less time together. The thought of spending endless days in my own company was extremely depressing. Of course, the opposite may well be true, and because both of us had bugger all planned for our lives, it may well mean we’d be seeing more of each other than ever before, maybe too much.
A pair of strong, young arms suddenly went about my waist, startling me. I almost stumbled from the gate but was held fast by Pip’s youthful, muscled forearms pressing against my silk smooth abdomen.
“Bet you wish that was you,” laughed the ever playful Pip, nodding toward the mating stallion which my eyes had been focussed upon but my mind not.
“Which one?” I replied, reaching back and rubbing his locks.
“Better be the stallion,” he giggled. “That’s some cock he’s shoving up her.”
I can tell you now that there had never been anything sexual going on between the both of us. Yes, we had wrestled, so excitedly that erections had developed in both our tight shorts on many occasions. Yes, we had skinny-dipped together and sun-bathed naked, and had both seen our respective glorious young bodies without a stitch covering them, not even any hair to speak of. But neither of us had given the other any inclination that either fancied the other in that kind of way, although in my case it was the desperate hidden truth.
Pip continued to clasp me affectionately around the waist whilst we both studied the stallion as it moved into sexual overdrive, thrusting three foot of cock into the young mare. I could feel his warm breath against the side of my chest as he calmly breathed, and the softness of his short blond hair brushing against my ribcage, just below my right armpit that had beads of excited sweat trickling from the mostly hairless hollow.
Pip squeezed my tummy. “Been waiting long, Sandy?”
I didn’t answer straight away but rewarded him with a warm smile. As always, unbeknown to him, there was a seductive softness in his voice. As always, it sent tingles of desire swirling throughout every sinew of my submissive body.
I moved my gaze skyward and away from the gentle face whose lips I would have loved to have kissed. “About half-an-hour. What do you fancy doing today?”
Pip didn’t answer my question, allowing it to drift away on the warm breeze. “Stallion’s just come,” he stated in a matter-of-fact kind of way, his attention still focussed on the mating pair.
I brought my attention away from a skylark singing in the blue sky miles above the Common, and back to the mating pair. I felt Pip’s warm breath move from the side of my chest to the centre of my lower back, his soft lips pressing against my skin just above my short’s waistband.
My body went rigid with excitement. “Reckon so.” I laughed nervously. “That’s some happy horse.”
Pip stroked his finger around my navel then pushed it gently into the soft centre and tickled the knot. “Would you like to be happy, Sandy?”
I wasn’t sure what he meant by that remark and couldn’t think of a reply straight off. “I am, Pip,” I said, adjusting my cock, which had begun to bulge slightly.
Pip squeezed me gently. “I mean really happy… as happy as that mare and stallion?”
I turned to look deeper into Pip’s eyes in order to gain more meaning to his statement but his face wasn’t visible. However, his tender lips were unmistakable as they began to torture me with soft, loving kisses around my lower back and above my short’s waistband. “Who wouldn’t?” I finally answered, and laughed a nervous laugh.
Pip’s teenage tongue, soft and moist, continued to work, driving me to the point of euphoric hysteria as it passionately played up and down my spine. His gentle palms, caressing in a circular motion around my tightened, baby-soft abdomen, burst an uncontrollable bubble of pre-come from my solid sex and into my white shorts.
“Want me to make you happy, Sandy?” Pip whispered between mouthed caresses.
I wanted to scream at the top of my voice that I did, always had done, but I was speechless, stunned by his unexpected seduction. Stunned that after all the months we had been together, not once had he touched me in such an intimate and loving way. Not once had he suggested what I thought he was now suggesting.
Whilst his lips and tongue continued to torture and tease, Pip moved his palms from my tummy and began venturing over my bulging shorts. Ever-so-gently, his fingers climbed the white mountain, conducting an exploration of discovery, a journey I had so long wished him to take, an expedition he’d obviously been secretly planning for some while, maybe since our first meeting.
The ever-exploring, electrifying tongue moved from my back and into my armpit, over the dusting of dark hair. As it lovingly lapped away the beads of excited perspiration seeping from the valley within, so the searching fingers strolled from the mountain from which they had been so keenly exploring and took the path beneath the waistband of my shorts, and finally walked into my crotch.
Pip’s slightly trembling fingers soon discovered the forest within, which for him became just as beautiful, just as inviting and just as mysterious as the one we were both beside. The only difference, the forest he was now exploring contained one solitary young sapling, proudly growing and moist with dew.
Evermore passionately, evermore urgently Pip savoured and seduced my naked flesh and stout sex. Swept away like a soft cloud on a southerly breeze, I willingly succumbed, willingly allowed my inhibitions to evaporate in the heat of his passion.
“Beautiful,” said the softly spoken, solitary word from Pip when he wrapped his palm around my youthful cock and began to stimulate my teenage sex with steady strokes, drawing the foreskin gently back and forth over the satin smooth head.
“Pip,” I sighed when the hand began to work more urgently. “Oh, Pip,” I gushed, lovingly turning toward my pal and absorbing the aura of beauty which engulfed his body like wild flowers in a meadow.
“You’re so beautiful, Sandy,” Pip whispered, his eyes filled with a softness and love I had not seen before.
“Kiss me, Pip. Please kiss me,” I urged, bending toward his radiant face.
Pip gently lowered me backward and toward himself. I tucked my feet under the rung they were resting upon so that I wouldn’t fall from the gate. Taking my weight in his strong young arm, whilst keeping his other hand working wonderfully beneath my shorts, he brought our faces together. Instantly his mouth—hot, soft and moist—covered my own. It was my first ever kiss from a guy and I thought it may well be my last when I stopped breathing and almost died with the sheer pleasure of having another youth’s lips upon my own.
Pip’s tongue, so warm and tender, unexpectedly shot to the back of my throat and began wrapping around my own. Soon both our tongues darted between each other’s lips and were passionately sucked upon. Sensing how much I loved that, with an increased desire to make me come, Pip worked evermore urgently on my foreskin, running the loose flesh rapidly over the pre-come moistened head.
With a final stab of that delicious tongue into the depths of my throat, and a flurry of hand movements inside my shorts, my brain exploded and my cock spat a stream of spunk into his palm.
“Pip!” I yelped, when sensational spasms of incredible delight rippled throughout my entire body, accompanied by slippery spunk shooting in spectacular spurts from my cock, filling my shorts and Pip’s soft palm with an ample amount of fresh juice.
“Happy now?” asked Pip, helping my trembling body regain a sitting position.
“Happy?” I delighted. “I think I’ve gone to heaven!”
“First toss from another guy, eh?” Pip grinned, obviously pleased that he was that guy.
“Yeah. But I’m glad it was with you.”
“Me too. But I’d like to make you really happy, Sandy.”
“Really happy?”
“Yeah. There’s other things we can do. Better things.”
I wasn’t so naive that I didn’t know the other things guys could do with each other, but because Pip appeared to be relishing in his role as teacher, relishing in the fact that he taken away one part of my virginity, I decided to play the innocent.
“Like what?”
“You could let me suck you. You could even suck me… if you want?”
“Really?”
Pip looked slightly apprehensive about being so bold but there was also a quiver of excitement in his voice. “I tell you, if you think that wank was something, a suck’s going to blow your balls off!”
“You been sucked then?”
A flush of bashfulness flooded Pip’s pretty face. “‘Course I have.”
“Who did it? Was it a guy?” I excited, keen to get the dirty details.
Pip’s cheeks went from a reasonable red to a strawberry crimson. I suspected he wasn’t as sexually advanced as he was making out.
“The PE teacher at school,” he kind of spluttered.
“Bloody hell! Your PE teacher?”
Pip let loose a nervous, beautiful laugh and brushed his palm over his forehead as if to cool himself. “Yeah. Mr. Bedford.”
I was filled with a desperate desire to know the horny details. My thoughts flashed to my own hunky PE teacher and the huge bulge hidden in his tiny shorts. I recalled those shorts hugged his muscled arse so tightly I often thought they would burst apart at the seams when he dashed around the football pitch, or bent up and down during gym work.
My cock sprang upright with those glorious thoughts. “When? How?” I finally asked, pushing my stiffened cock down the leg of my shorts.
“Let’s go for a walk; through the wood,” Pip suggested. “I’m bloody roasting up here.”
I jumped from the gate into Pip’s arms when he held them out to catch me. I gave him a long kiss, pressing our bodies and mouths tightly together when we met. I hadn’t noticed before, but cuddled tightly against his adorable body I was in no doubt that his shorts were packing a fair old stiffy. Prizing our bodies apart, I had a good look to confirm my hopes.
My eyes sparkled brightly. I had never seen Pip’s cock when stiff before. Even hidden inside a pair of multicoloured, loose-fitting Bermuda shorts there was no mistaking it was a real beauty. Against the cotton material, I could see that it was not overly long but it was definitely thick. Pip’s suggestion that I might wish to suck on a cock was correct, and I almost ripped those sexy shorts from his cute arse right there and then, fell to my knees and began eating it.
Pip grabbed his rucksack. We began our descent through the relative darkness of the wood. For a brief moment, I let him go in front in order to view his gorgeous bum. I suddenly wondered if he had in mind that I should fuck him as well as suck him. My cock danced deliriously inside my shorts with an urgency to do just that.
“You were going to tell me about your dirty old PE teacher,” I said with a laugh, but with a keen desire to know what they’d got up to.
“Who said he was old? He’s only twenty.”
“Really?”
Pip pulled me close, kissed me again, squeezed my bum and then my cock, and began his raunchy tale.
“We’d just finished evening football… after school practice. We’d all gone back to the changing rooms and stripped off to shower, when Jacko turns and says that he’s left his medical bag by the goal and asks if one of us would be kind enough to fetch it. Jacko’s a damn nice guy, good-looking as well, so I told him I would go. I had nothing on anyway.”
“What, you went naked?”
“Silly sod.” Pip laughed, making another grab for my cock. “I meant I had nothing on that night. You know? Homework and stuff.”
I made my first ever grab on Pip’s stiff cock and gave it a gentle squeeze, then a bit of a rub. It felt wonderful and I was reluctant to release it. “I know what you mean,” I said, still holding his cock.
Pip was most definitely aroused by my advance, or by the recollection of his encounter with Jacko, or both, but pulled away. I released my hold on his cock but now that I’d felt it in its full glory, I knew I wanted to play with it forever.
“Anyway,” continued Pip, “the playing fields are a fair distance from the changing rooms and by the time I’d got back with Jacko’s bag, the rest of the lads had gone. I was disappointed about that because there were a couple of the older boys who I liked to see with their kit off. Both of them always got a hard-on when they showered and soaped themselves. One of them even tossed himself right off one night, to show the younger boys what spunk looked like.”
“I’d have loved to have seen that,” I said, giving my cock a good tug but refraining from touching Pip’s again, which was still aroused and tenting his baggy shorts.
Pip grabbed my arm. His grip was strong for a youth. “This way,” he said, ducking right and onto a dirt track that wound its way to the valley below.
I followed in his wake for a few yards, once more enjoying the pleasant sight of his bum, until we could get side by side again. “The lads had gone,” I prompted him back into his tale.
“Yeah, the place was empty, just a wet floor, a few bits of gear laying about—jocks and socks—and a couple of showers running. I shouted for Jacko, wondering if he had gone home and worried what I should do with his bag. His handsome face suddenly appears around the shower wall and he tells me to leave the bag and come and take my shower.
I was shocked he should say that, because although he was friendly with us boys, he had never ever showered with us. And not once had he taken any of his kit off in front of us. Not even his vest.”
I gave Pip a nudge. “I bet that made you horny? Him naked, and all.”
“Horny? Well, yes. I was shit scared more than anything though. No, not shit scared. I guess I was just nervous. Anyway, I strips my kit off and creeps to the other end of the showers, making sure that he couldn’t see me. I guess, as you guessed correctly, it was because I was sporting a bit of a stiffy and I felt really embarrassed cos the damn thing just wouldn’t go down.” Pip laughed. “I just couldn’t stop thinking about what that bulge in Jacko’s shorts really looked like.”
I winked, licking my lips. “He might have been thinking the same about your bulge.”
“Anyway,” Pip continued, “our showers at school go in a square, two sides and the back bit. I was in the right hand side, facing the corner and keeping an eye on it just in case he suddenly appeared and I needed to make a quick exit. Jacko was in the left side.
I’m causally soaping my cock, hoping it would go down rather than get any harder, which it was, when fuck me if Jacko doesn’t sneak up behind me. Without a sound, he’d stepped out of the other side of the shower, walked through the changing room and sneaked right up behind me. I almost pissed myself.
He asked if I was shy or something. I daren’t turn around and answer, and let him see that I was sporting a stiff one. Anyway, he grips my shoulders gently and spins me about. I tell you Sandy, I was actually shaking. It sure wasn’t fear though. I was shaking because I was hoping he’d do something to me; touch my cock or let me touch his. Well I’d never done anything like that with a guy before but had always wanted too, especially with him.”
I drew in a deep breath because I hadn’t breathed for the past few minutes, so engrossed was I with Pip’s encounter. “Tell me about it,” I said. “Jesus, Pip, you’ve made me so horny I think I need another wank.”
“When I’m done you’ll want more than a wank.” Pip winked then returned to his horny tale. “I tell you, Sandy, my bloody eyes burst right out of my head as we came face to face. Well, not face to face exactly, because my eyes went straight to his cock. I tell you, Sandy, it was a circumcised ‘fuck off’ monster. Not only that, it was rock hard and sticking right into my belly button. I couldn’t help myself and my cock just bolted upright, slapping up against his balls.”
Pip was driving me crazy with his horny tale. My cock was killing me, dribbling pre-come and desperate for attention. “I’ve gotta toss, Pip,” I pleaded, pulling him toward some bushes whilst trying to wrench my swollen cock free from my shorts.
“Not yet,” demanded Pip, pulling away. “Listen. I’m stood in front of Jacko, who’s grinning wildly, obviously delighting in the vision of my solid cock and shyness, when he reaches for my cock with his soapy hand and begins to rub me off. I tell you, Sandy, I almost came the second he rolled my foreskin down.”
“Fuck,” I said, rubbing my own cock.
Pip was almost breathless as he continued. “Then, without a word, down on his knees Jacko goes and starts sucking my nuts whilst still pumping my stiff prick. He’s rubbing my tummy and bum with his other hand. I’m almost crying with the pleasure but for some stupid reason I’m pleading for him to stop.” Pip laughed. “Next moment though, I’m pleading for him not to stop. I can’t describe the incredible sensation that was buzzing in my brain.
“Wow!” I said, my hand still caressing my cock.
“Too true, wow! But just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, Jacko’s mouth goes clean over my cock and starts sucking it right to my pubes. I tell you, Sandy, my spunk shot straight up my cock and into his mouth. I screamed that I was coming, so fucking loud, they must have heard me in the next county.”
“Yeah, I heard you,” I managed a quip whilst still tossing.
Pip gave me a gentle nudge. “Spunk! I’ve never shot so much spunk in my life. I reckon even Jacko was surprised, because he coughed like fuck when it just kept coming and coming, pumping and pumping like a burst water pipe into his huge mouth.
Shit, Sandy, my body was actually shaking from head to toe. I just couldn’t help it. Jacko gave me a real strong hug to steady me. I thought he was about to kiss me. Shit, I’d have loved that stubbly face pressed against mine.” Pip smiled on remembering that special moment, then continued. “Instead of kissing me, he pushes me down. Next thing I know, I’ve got that massive cock of his halfway down my throat. Don’t ask me why but I’m sucking it for all I’m worth. Like my life depended on it.
I tell you, Sandy, I thought I’d come a whack when I shot my load but when that circumcised cock of Jacko’s swelled in my throat—almost stopping me from breathing—it exploded with such a force it nearly blew my fucking teeth out.
I couldn’t swallow all of his spunk, there was just too much. But shit, did it taste nice. And the feeling when it burst out of the big bud on the end of his cock was just incredible.
Before I floated back home, Jacko asked me if I fancied being fucked by him. I tell you, Sandy, I sure gave that gigantic cock of his another hungry look. I knew it would have been fantastic to fuck, but I decided no way was my first shag going to be by a cock that big!”
I sat my bum down on a rotting stump. “Holy shit, Pip. I think I’ll go back to school and take up sport. Wow! Sex with your PE teacher. But you should’ve let him fuck you, you know. I’m bloody sure I would have let him, big cock or no big cock.”
“You would?” thrilled Pip, an unmistakable excitement in his voice.
“You bet I would.”
Pip tugged on my arm again. “This way,” he kind of ordered, turning us down another track, a new urgency and buoyancy in his stride.
The new path began to wind us gently toward the meadow below. Several times, we were bombarded by niblets of half-eaten nuts as squirrels discarded shells. We didn’t pass any other people on the way. We hadn’t expected too because this was a private wood owned by a local Lord who had kindly allowed both Pip and myself to frequent it whenever we wished, provided that we didn’t pick the bluebells or do any damage. We both loved the countryside, so never did. But there was one particular Christmas, I recall, when each of us did uproot several young Christmas trees and sold them to passing motorists up on the Common so that we had money for gifts.
Pip and I reached the meadow. It was still adorned with a host of wild flowers and had squadrons of low-flying insects and bees zooming around as they collected pollen; also splendid butterflies flitting from flower to flower and sucking up nectar.
“Christ, it’s hot today,” complained Pip, drawing his T-shirt over his fine body, revealing an excellent tan on a strong chest.
I’d been waiting for him to do that since he’d arrived, so I could enjoy the delightful vision of his sexy smooth skin. I suspected in a year or so he would have more hair on it. Already there was a wisp of fluffiness between his developing pecs. I doubted he was going to be massively hairy. At least I hoped not.
“Got any grub?” I asked when my tummy gurgled complaint for a second time.
“Don’t worry, you’re going to have the feast of your life very soon,” Pip teased.
I grabbed his rucksack and pulled it from his shoulders. That in turn brought an instant wrestle. The pair of us were soon sporting proud cocks inside our shorts as we rolled over each other. I quickly took the opportunity, now that I knew Pip liked guys, liked me, to place my mouth over his cock and take a nip. As expected, he didn’t mind and responded with an even stronger bite of my cock, causing me to wince.
Pip’s rucksack did contain grub—chocolate biscuits. It also contained a couple of cans of Coke, some fags and, to my total surprise, a condom and a tube of stuff called KY.
“What’s this for?” I innocently inquired, holding up both the tube and condom.
“Jesus, Sandy. Surely you know what a rubber’s for?”
“Yeah, rubbing out mistakes in your homework.”
“That’s right.”
“What! You brought some homework with you?”
“Silly. I brought the rubber to rub you with.” A little cracker exploded in my groin and my hole gave a tiny twitch of excitement. Pip had obviously planned today, probably planned it sometime back.
“So what’s this KY stuff? Is it like Primula cheese? Can you spread it on toast, or the choccy biscuits?”
Pip brought me to the ground with a very effective rugby tackle. His hand shot down the back of my shorts and his finger went right up my hole. “Shit!” I squealed. It hurt like hell.
“This stuff you want to put on your toast is going up here,” he confidently informed. “This KY stuff is to grease your little hole and stop you screaming like a little schoolgirl when I fuck the arse off of you, as soon as we reach the cornfield.”
Joy. My heart filled with joy. Pip was going to fuck me. I couldn’t wait. Problem was, if that little finger hurt me, what the hell was his thick cock going to do?
“How many tubes of KY have you brought?” I asked, sensing I may well need a tanker of the stuff if today was to be the day when my tight little hole lost its virginity.
“Don’t fret, Sandy. I’ll be gentle with you. Anyway, my cock’s not as big as Jacko’s.”
“And my hole’s not as wide as your cock is thick,” I quickly threw in.
“Soon will be.” Pip giggled then looked disappointed. “‘Course, if you don’t...”
I pulled my shorts and briefs down to my ankles and fell onto a bed of wild flowers, sadly killing a butterfly. “Fuck me now,” I begged, spreading my legs wide and pulling the cheeks of my pretty arse far apart.
Pip pulled his shorts down and straddled me in a flash. His stiff cock parted the cheeks of my bum and pressed into my hole, prizing the virgin flesh apart. Instantly, I knew just how much I wanted that splendid cock inside of me, how much I wanted to be fucked by a guy, especially Pip.
A more forceful thrust brought tears into my eyes. “KY!” I yelped. “Fetch the KY. No, fetch a bloody doctor! I think I need a his-erect-in-me.”
Pip laughed, then climbed from my naked bum and tucked his cock back inside his shorts. I rolled onto my back, staring up at the cloudless sky above and the invisible planets beyond. Climbing back on top of my body, Pip gave me a loving kiss—very lingering. For a moment both of us lay there in silent thought.
“I want us to do it like it means something, Sandy. Loving like. But if you think it’s going to hurt you too much, then you don’t have to. But I really hope you want me to.” Pip nibbled on my earlobe as he whispered.
Another kiss from Pip, longer than the first, sent me back to Venus.
I pecked my pal on the nose then pushed my palm inside his shorts, getting my first flesh on flesh feel of his stiff cock. “‘Course I want you to fuck me. I’ve always wanted you to.”
Pip’s eyes were locked passionately into my own and I could sense an affection, much deeper than friendship, welling in their depths. “Good. Let’s make our way to the cornfield, then.”
“Cornfield,” I agreed, releasing my grip on his teenage cock, momentarily slipping my thumb over the eye and rubbing away the moistness.
We found a very small gap in the hedgerow that separated the cornfield from the meadow. Pip went through first, lying on his tummy, wriggling his cute bum invitingly as he crawled through the opening like some soldier on a secret mission. I refrained from climbing on top of him and followed as soon as his legs had vanished.
The ripening corn came up to our naked chests as we cut a swathe toward the centre of the field. A field mouse flicked against my leg as it fell from a stalk of corn. I released a camp scream, which brought Pip speedily back to my side fearing an adder or some other wicked creature might have attacked me.
“What’s up?” he asked, placing his arm supportively and seductively around my waist.
“A mouse!” I squealed again, slinging my arm around his neck and jumping into his arms when he held them out, anticipating my move.
“A mouse.” He laughed, dropping me unceremoniously into the corn. “You big girl.”
“I am that.” I winked, pulling his palm onto my cock, which once again had begun to rise with the prospect of having some real boy-on-boy sex.
The mood swiftly changed. Side by side, and in silence, we lay upon our cornfield bed. Gently I drew a strand of corn over Pip’s delicately defined nipples, stroking the ear in a circular motion. Pip giggled because it was so sensitive.
Soon my mouth replaced the ear of corn and I began to lick and savour the tiny nipple studs, which were darker than his tanned chest. Pip liked that and rubbed my hair while my mouth and tongue worked.
As I continued to explore every inch of Pip’s upper torso, my tongue swirling around his navel several times, I placed my palm over his cock and began to rub the soft length gently through his shorts. Swiftly it sprang to life, thickening to its full capacity. Although not overly long, its girth gave it enough dimension to make it a generous gift for any willing youth to ride, certainly enough to take away my virginity.
“Want me to suck you first?” asked Pip, his face beaming with enthusiasm.
“I’ll suck you first,” I said, bending my head and mouthing the super cock through his cotton shorts.
“Okay,” he gasped when I took a decent bite. “But don’t make me come or it’ll spoil my fuck.” I certainly didn’t want to spoil Pip’s fuck. I wanted him to fuck me for all he was worth. I wanted my young stud riding my bum until both his cock and my brain burst with such blissful joy that he would want to fuck me for the rest of our lives.
Pip began to pull his shorts down, slipping them to his pubic bush. I was so excited by the hidden sex that I had yet to see in its solid state that I grabbed his hands. “Don’t,” I said. “Not yet.”
I pulled his shorts back up, to just below his navel, running my fingers inside the waistband, teasing myself. My fingers brushed against his minute bush of black pubics, sending me wild, urging me to rip them back off and get to work on his sexy cock. Instead, I continued to torture and tease myself, savouring the moment when I would spring his sex free.
Thoughtfully, I began to move my palm over his right thigh and into the leg of his shorts. Pip watched for a moment, leaning back on his elbows. Sighing, he took his weight from his arms and lay his submissive body down into the corn, allowing me to seduce him.
Prizing his cock through the rolled-up leg of his shorts, I brought the beauty into the breeze. Pip moaned as I ran my thumb over the swollen head and worked his pre-come around the sensitive bud.
Rhythmically, I began to work his foreskin back and forth over the thick shaft until his cock head was so swollen it would not ride over the ridge. “Shit. Oh, fuck. Oh, shit,” Pip joyfully cursed when I began to suck the bulbous bud and lap upon balls that hung neatly in their hairless sack.
“Uhmmm,” I moaned as I savoured his sweet flesh. “Uhmmm.”
Pip planted his hands upon my cropped hair but this time he didn’t stroke affectionately, but pushed firmly down, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth. It wasn’t long enough to hit my tonsils so I forced my mouth deeply upon it until I could feel the dribbling bud tickle the back of my throat. However, it was thick enough to occupy the whole of my small mouth and it stretched my lips wide apart when I sucked the wonderful shaft right to its slippery base.
Evermore passionately, I plunged my mouth over the fabulously thick flesh, down to the base and back to the pre-come seeping head, then down to the base again. Pip went crazy, constantly cursing words of joy and pleasure. Although he’d said he didn’t want to come before his fuck, soon both his palms were holding tightly onto the back of my head and neck and pounding that prick forcefully inside my mouth with more gusto than the stallion had fucked his mare.
Harder and faster Pip drove his cock into my mouth, raising his flexing buttocks from the bed of corn as he thrust and withdrew, thrust and withdrew. “Sandy! Sandy!” he sang each time he sank the shaft deep.
I moved my palms into Pip’s shorts and began caressing the muscular mounds of his buttock cheeks, gently probing his hole. Pulling back from his thrusting cock, I whisked his shorts to his ankles, keen to savour the fluffy bush of pubic hair, and bury my lips and nose into its mustiness.
There was only the briefest of complaints when my mouth pulled away from Pip’s cock and I left it to thrust wildly in the open air. His brief curses were soon replaced by an urgent demand for my own cock to be brought to his gasping mouth.
I spun my body about. Pip’s palms were upon my shorts in seconds. Like a boy possessed, he ripped them over my buttocks.
His mouth was hot and soft, incredibly hot and soft, when I felt it sink into my bush of cock hair and over the whole throbbing seven inches. I now knew what he had meant about the unimaginable pleasure of being sucked for the very first time, and my whole body shook with the sheer excitement of Pip’s sensational sucking.
I felt my tummy tighten when the soft, hot mouth rapidly worked as my cock vanished into the fleshy tunnel with the swiftness of an engine’s piston, which had moved into its highest gear.
“Jesus, Pip,” I squealed when I felt his throat tighten around the swollen head of my cock, “I’m gonna shoot!” I continued driving my own mouth back over his pummelling cock, positive he was on the brink of coming himself.
“Come now!” Pip briefly gasped. “Shoot it in my mouth.”
The shaft of my cock disappeared back into the darkness of his throat and was held captive by the rippling muscles as Pip awaited his spunky meal.
The smooth sac covering my balls tightened painfully when the head of my cock swelled another centimetre. My tummy flexed, drawing in and defining a ridge of muscle as I prepared to shoot my load. The pain, that heavenly pain, was just incredible.
My spunk sped along the length of my cock accentuating the pleasure in every sensitive muscle as it rushed to the tip. Pip withdrew his own cock from my mouth before he came. A bubble of spunk, which he could not hold back, burst from the head. I managed to lick it away before he pulled his cock out of reach. On tasting that teenage juice, my own spunk hit the highest note inside my xylophone cock. With a scream, so loud it sent a pheasant to flight, the torrent escaped.
“Uhmmm,” sighed Pip when my spunk splattered around his lips, over his tongue and inside his sucking mouth.
“Aaaah! Aaaah!” I gasped as every ounce of spunk I possessed shot through the length of my cock and cascaded down his glorious throat. “Oooh,” I cried again when Pip brought his mouth back to the sensitive bud and swirled his tongue in order to savour every delicious droplet.
I fell away from Pip’s body, exhausted. He spun himself about, brought our faces together and began to kiss me passionately, sucking my own lips against his thicker ones and allowing me to sample some of my own spunk.
Pip grinned, his job well done, incredibly well done. “Well?”
“Well what?”
“Well… do you like getting blown?”
“Like it! I don’t think I’ll be able to come for a week. You’ve drained me dry.”
Pip grabbed my cock. It was still dribbling excitedly. “You reckon?” He gave it several gentle rubs. “Don’t worry, I’ll have you shooting another juicy whack once I’ve started fucking you.”
“Hope so,” I said, snuggling into his body and taking an extra long kiss to calm and prepare myself.
After fifteen minutes of relaxing and tender nips on each other’s bodies and cocks, Pip began to caress his cock and bring it back to that superb thickness. “Ready?” he asked, keen to get into action; keen to fuck me.
“Think so,” I replied, a little apprehensively, my fingers testing the firmness and thickness of his cock. “Not going to hurt me, is it?”
“I expect so,” Pip honestly replied. “But I’m pretty sure you’re going to love it once the pain’s gone.”
I screwed my eyes into a wince. I wasn’t too good with pain, even supposedly enjoyable pain. “Be gentle with me, lover boy.”
“I will. How do you want me?” he asked, pulling the necessary gear from his rucksack.
“Naked and on a silver platter,” I said, before sneaking a quick suck of his delightful cock in an attempt to get it harder, not that it wasn’t hard enough already.
“So how do you want it? On your back might be best,” Pip suggested.
“Sure.” I rolled onto my back, staring up at a fluffy cloud as it drifted across the sky, wondering just how much pain was involved but also desperate to be hugging into my best pal as he took away my virginity, as he beautifully and lovingly fucked me.
Pip unscrewed the top of the KY tube, turned the cap over and pierced the foil. Before squeezing any into my tight hole, he raised my legs toward my chest, put his head between my buttocks and began licking into my sweaty hole.
“Wow!” I squealed when his tongue wriggled, licked and probed. “Gee!” I gushed when he began to toss me at the same time. “Shit!” I shouted, when a lubricated finger shot deep into my hole, far too swiftly for a beginner.
“Sorry,” Pip apologised, withdrawing the sticky digit.
I gave his chest and affectionate stroke. “Take it nice and slow, Pip. You’ll get there in the end. No hurry.”
Pip pushed his finger back into my hole, gently this time. “Okay.”
Feeling more comfortable with the strange sensation of having something inside my hole, I began to wriggle enthusiastically upon it. After ten minutes of teasing and tweaking, Pip had me nicely lubricated and relaxed.
“Where’s the condom?” Pip asked with some urgency, twisting around in search of the rubber. His pent-up excitement to fuck my bum had reached fever pitch.
I felt something tickling my thigh, brushed my hand against what I thought was an insect and found the KY-covered condom sachet stuck to my leg. “Looking for this?”
“Thank fuck for that,” Pip said with some relief. “It’s the only one I’ve got.” The minor delay had not dampened the arousal in our cocks and both were proud and eager to perform, especially Pip’s.
Pip tore the plastic sachet open with trembling fingers and pulled out the rubber. Patiently I waited as he attempted to pull the condom over his excited cock. “Fuck it! Stupid bloody thing don’t work,” he cursed as he wrestled with the latex monster.
“What’s up?”
“Won’t go on.”
“What? Your cock’s that big!”
“No. It just won’t go on,” he repeated, becoming slightly agitated.
“I expect you’ve got it inside out,” I suggested but unable to contain my giggles.
“How the fuck can a condom be inside out?” he cursed again, his cheeks reddening with embarrassment.
I held out my hand. “Give it here.”
Pip passed me the warm rubber. I pushed the teat through the other way and rolled it part way down my finger. “See.”
Pip grinned and relaxed. “Suppose they can be inside out.”
It was whilst he was pulling the condom over his scrumptious cock, easily this time, that I suspected that he was not as sexually advanced as I’d thought he was, or as he was making out. I now thought I was not the only one who was about to lose their virginity in a few minutes, and this was undoubtedly Pip’s first fuck as well.
Thrilled with that wonderful prospect, I drew my legs into my body, spread my knees wide and offered up my virginity to my teenage stud.
Pip knelt between my thighs. He had spread so much lube on his cock that the slimy liquid dribbled down the crack of my bum when he brought the thick head against my hole. Pressing his strong young shoulders against my legs, whilst holding his cock in his right hand, he began to penetrate.
“Shit!” I yelped. “Steady, Pip.” He eased back slightly but I could see that there was an unmistakable desperation in his face to drive his cock all the way home. Before I knew it, the bulbous head of his teenage cock vanished into my hole.
“Fuck!” I shouted when the head burst my hole wide open.
“You okay?” he asked, trying to kiss my pain away, his face beaming satisfaction now that the head of his cock had slipped out of sight.
“Keep going,” I urged, keen to get the painful part over.
Pip kissed my mouth affectionately. “I’ll get it all in first, before I start fucking,” he suggested. “I’ll try not to hurt you again.”
Slowly and gently, the splendid cock sank deeper and deeper between my buttock cheeks. Being thicker at the base, I could feel it stretching my tight hole wider and wider as the whole length disappeared.
I bit my lips when Pip’s pubic hair tickled the cheeks of my buttocks and the thick base vanished, his balls hanging just beneath and slapping my arse.
“You okay, Sandy?” Pip breathlessly asked, his excitement to begin fucking almost uncontainable.
“Oh, yes,” I sighed, my inside afire, my head buzzing now that the beauty was deep inside of me and beginning to drive slowly in and out.
Pip dug his feet into the cornfield’s hard soil and pushed my legs further over my shoulders. Unable to contain himself any longer, he began fucking for all he was worth.
“God. Oh, God!” I screamed when a mixture of pain and pleasure engulfed me.
“It’s all right,” gasped Pip, unable to control his actions as he thrust and withdrew with all of his might.
“Shit, Pip,” I yelped, wanting but not wanting him to stop.
“It’s all right,” Pip gasped again, thrusting violently. “Jesus, Sandy. This is fucking great. Your bum is fucking great!” More gasps issued from his mouth. “Fucking great!”
As if some lovemaking fairy had waved a magic wand, all pain in my rear unexpectedly subsided and was replaced with a mind-blowing euphoria the likes of which I’d never experienced. No longer did I want Pip to stop. I wanted him to fuck the life out of me, fuck me until the sun set and rose again, fuck me until the moon turned into cheese, just keep on fucking me!
“Yes, Pip,” I encouraged, gripping the cheeks of his arse tightly and digging my nails into the flexing mounds. “Fuck me good and hard, Pip. Fuck me with all you’ve got.”
Pip’s mouth met my slender neck and his teeth sank into the soft skin. The love bite was painful but I didn’t care and hardly noticed, my bum writhing on his short, thick cock like my life depended on it.
I brought my palm onto my own cock and began to pump. Already the sensation of getting fucked so powerfully by the lad I adored, had driven a fresh batch of spunk to the bud and was ready to erupt in a shower of submissive bliss over both of our smooth and sweaty skins.
“I’m coming,” I yelled, unable to continue pumping my own cock because of the unimaginable pleasure of getting fucked, but also because I wanted to grip Pip’s strong arse and pull his teenage cock deep inside of mine.
“Me too.” Pip almost choked on his words. “Keep wanking. I wanna see you come.”
“I can’t,” I desperately cried, pulling Pip’s chest against my own and driving my tongue deep into his gasping mouth.
His lube-covered palm was welcome, urgently needed. Swiftly, it gripped my cock and began flashing the foreskin over the sensitive head. “That good?” he grunted.
“I’m com...” The word jammed in my throat when Pip rammed his cock into my hole and up to the hilt. “…ing!” I gasped when his cock felt as though it had hit my tonsils and pushed out of my throat.
My spunk splattered over Pip’s chest and then over my abdomen. Our naked bodies met when he fell into my arms and began frantically kissing my mouth. His whole body shook violently as he pushed his palms under my bum, gripped tightly and thrust his cock hard into me.
I felt the head and base of his cock thicken and broaden as it unloaded a wealth of teenage juices into my virgin hole. “I’ve come, Sandy. Shit, have I come!” he gasped, collapsing into my arms.
Our stroll back to my cottage was slow. The Cokes we drank on the way were too warm to be refreshing. We larked around in the meadow for a while as we made tracks, a wonderful air of achievement in both our souls. I didn’t tell Pip that I suspected we had both lost our virginity this afternoon. But I did tell him that he was a fantastic lover and that I wanted to have sex with him again, and again and again and again, have sex with him right there and then.
It was at that point he broke the unhappy news; at that point that all the pleasure and joy of the day drained away. The moment he told me that he had decided to join the army, a career he had been pondering for some while.
I felt unbelievably sad, even tearful. I think Pip did also. He consoled me by telling me that he hadn’t wanted to leave without first making love to me, something he had so long wished to do but was never able to pluck up the courage to ask. And yes, I was his first ever fuck. At least that pleased me.
I lay in my bed that night, contemplating the day with a mixture of sadness and joy. In a single afternoon, I had found love, lost my virginity and my best friend. It just didn’t make sense
As I was about to drift into slumber a spark of inspiration suddenly ignited in my brain. Raising myself onto the pillow, the spark quickly turned into a flame, a flame illuminating my future so brightly that I could not ignore it. At that precise moment in my young life, I decided I too would join the forces. But I would not become a soldier—they killed and got killed. No, I would become a sailor, sailing around the world, visiting far off lands. If lucky, I would also be having sex with loads of other Pip-like sailors.
When I awoke the next morning from a most satisfying sleep, the flame was still burning bright. By the end of the day, I had attended the recruiting office and a date for medical and other examinations had been set. It was only a month later, after passing them, that confirmation of my acceptance came through.
I sat on the gate where I last met Pip, thinking about our fantastic sex and how much more I wanted to sit on another cock. In a matter of weeks, I was to become a sailor. But my mission, unlike Pip’s, was not to become big and strong and fight the enemy. No, my mission was to ride the big ones. Just for the record, I’m not talking waves!
Chapter 2 - TAKING THE PLUNGE
The Royal Navy welcomed me with open arms, whilst I was more than ready to welcome all the pretty sailors in the fleet with open legs. I can tell you in all honesty though, a navy training barracks is not the most loveable of places to spend nine months of your vulnerable, teenage life. If you ever thought that you had been bullied at school, then join a navy training establishment and you’ll discover the true meaning of bullied. I’ve got absolutely no doubt in my mind that some of the guys who controlled our lives were getting off regularly on the power they possessed. And I’m pretty damn sure that those smacks given to our bare or shorts-clad backsides provided many a fantasy for those training us, when they jumped into their bunks at night and tossed themselves stupid. And I’m also absolutely sure that had I not been surrounded by enough pretty, rough and rugged boys to satisfy my sexual fantasies for my entire life and beyond, I might well have left.
I will forgive you, and can now forgive myself, for thinking that once I’d become a sailor and was living in a barracks with two thousand young studs, a shag a day would be the easiest of things to come by. Sadly, that was not the case. Most guys kept their sexuality so secret even the most professional of safecrackers would have found it impossible to discover the combination. Quite simply, if you were going to come on to another sailor, you had to be one hundred percent bloody-well damn sure that that is what he wanted.
It was on the sports field where I first began my search for pant combinations, the only place where I could legally wrap my half-naked body around another sailor’s without arousing too much suspicion; the only place where I could grope a decent stiffy without much being thought of it. It was the place where I could take a decent bite of a solid or soft cock, and take in the sweaty odours of my dream shags, the place where I thought I might find of glimmer of response, the place I loved the most whilst in training.
Now I have to be honest here and tell you that I am piss poor at most sport, especially where only one ball is involved. I was always the last to be chosen for either team when at school. Therefore, it was with some surprise to all of the guys who I was in training with, not to mention the Physical Training Instructor (Carter), that the rugby field was where you’d find me whenever the opportunity arose, desperately waiting to be picked by either team captain.
“Who the fuck bit my knob,” yelled Tucker, who possessed the biggest cock in the team, when we climbed from the squashed sailor cuddling the rugby ball.
“You, lad. Yes you, Sanderton,” Carter screamed, wagging his finger directly at me, his face aflame from anger and most likely too much rum during his lunch break. “Touchline!”
I stopped licking my lips and moved back as Carter began pulling boys roughly from the squashed body. “Wasn’t me, coach,” I guiltily protested my innocence.
“You’ll never play on my pitch again, you dirty little bugger. I’ll deal with you later, lad.”
“So will I,” whispered Tucker, placing a strong palm on my shoulder whilst gripping his massive cock with the other.
“I really hope so,” I inwardly replied in an excited yet frightened kind of way, my eyes fixed firmly on the muscle of meat clenched in his fist.
Carter pushed Tucker away and pointed for me to move to touch. Slightly dejected, my close contact fun for the afternoon and by the looks of things forever, now taken away, I walked sombrely to the touchline as my replacement doubled onto the field. In all honesty, it was my usual station, collecting the ball after goal kicks.
Checking that I was well out of the way, Carter blew his whistle and got the game rolling again. Soon bodies were bent over for the scrum; youthful arms over broad and not so powerful shoulders, or slung around slim waists and firm young buttocks with smooth or hairy legs attached to them.
Dirty, white shorts clung to cute backsides, defining their delightful shape as they stretched against muscled or less-developed thighs. And heads with pretty or rugged faces rubbed against opponents or buried themselves crotch height into the pack. Unbelievably jealous, I watched in awe as sexy bodies of both teams strained against each other.
At the rear of the scrum I spotted Pinky—a little athlete if ever there was—pushing against the back row, his arm slung over Tucker’s bum, his head buried out of sight and level with that delightfully huge cock. I wondered if he was paying attention to the job at hand or, like me, his thoughts were focussed on that fine helping of thick flesh crammed inside those sweaty shorts only inches from his boyish face.
Carter held my attention next as he danced enthusiastically around the players, observing that the rules of the game were being adhered to. Yes, he was a bastard supreme but the most handsome of bastards. Dressed in his white vest, with its crossed clubs PTI’s badge on the front, and clad in the tightest pair of immaculately-clean, white cotton shorts, he looked fucking great. And without question, for my hungry eyes, that thick mound of cock packed inside those tight cotton shorts looked positively edible; albeit a damn big feast for me to consume in one sitting.
For sure, Carter was no Muscle Mary. No, his body was honed to perfection by just the right amount of weight training and circuit work. His tattooed biceps and chest were all solid, fighting to be free from the restrictive vest as it stretched to capacity with every flexing movement of his fine torso. His buttocks and tanned thighs, all muscle too, fought against the constraints of tight cotton shorts. And, as always, that impressive bulge, that oh-so-massive bulge, bursting the crotch of his shorts and begging to be set free, begging to be banging into some trainee’s arse. At least I hoped that was the case, hoped it were my bum it was begging to be banging into. Yes, bastard or not, Carter was a fucking beauty to behold.