1 comments/ 106229 views/ 2 favorites Cummuters! By: shireman The 7.20 was already crowded as I got in, and not for the first time, I cursed my parents decision to move to the leafy suburbs: they had condemned me to the daily awfulness of a train journey to school in the height of the rush hour. They had both worked hard to keep me at my prestigious City school after I had won my scholarship and as I had only just started my year in the Fifth Form, a move to a more local college was out of the question. I walked down the aisle, looking along the silent rows of commuters searching for a free seat. There was no chance of that, of course, so I took up my usual place against the end wall of the carriage as the train lurched forward on its long journey to London. Station followed station and the coach filled up at each stop until I was crammed tightly against the wall by the crowd. Facing me stood a young man in a smart business suit, holding a raincoat draped over his clasped hands. We were pressed so close together that I could feel the back of his hand occasionally brush against my groin as the train bumped and growled on its way. I was going through that post-adolescent phase that all young men experience, when their cock misbehaves at the slightest stimulation –usually at inconvenient times like this! True to form, my errant cock began to stiffen and press lightly against the sharp knuckles of the young City gent. Blushing with embarrassment, I looked up at him, careful to avoid his eyes, but they were gazing absently out of the steamy window. If he had noticed, he gave no outward signs. I tried desperately to think of other things, but the insistent rubbing was too stimulating to ignore and my jockey shorts slowly turned into an instrument of torture, bending my wayward cock in directions it was never meant to go. My companion moved his hands slightly under his raincoat and I assumed that he was just making himself more comfortable until his outstretched fingers started to trace the outline of my bulging crotch. Of course, I could have turned away or blocked his blatant approach with the bag I was carrying, but my curiosity wasn't the only thing that was aroused! I looked down nervously, but there was still no outward sign of movement from under his raincoat –not even the closest passengers would see anything out of place. The realisation that they were oblivious to my erotic adventure only added to my growing excitement and I edged forward slightly, submitting my rigid cock to the tantalising thrill of his wandering fingers. Encouraged by my response, the young businessman glanced at me for the first time and gave me a slight nod of approval, but shyness overcame me and I blushed and lowered my eyes from his steady gaze, already regretting my impulsiveness. I had never been seduced by an adult before -it was so different from the casual sexual horseplay I indulged in with my school friends and my imagination was running wild. All around us, the tight press of bodies moved in unison, dancing to the jerky music of the ancient train, while under the cover of its roar, I felt my zip being slowly drawn down. Cool fingers probed into the gap and I felt them scrabble over my pubic hair as they reached up my belly, searching for the waistband of my pants. With a single deliberate movement, the elastic was stretched downwards and hooked underneath my balls, so that my cock dropped freely into his hand. I'm not circumcised, and even when I'm aroused, my foreskin covers the head of my cock, forming a little puckered crest over the tip. I trembled with excitement as he grasped the skinny sheath between his finger and thumb and began to roll it over the smooth head beneath. More fingers slipped inside my fly to draw me through and he began to masturbate me slowly. Blushing with embarrassment and barely controlled lust, I looked blearily into my companion's face, but his eyes were expressionless as they gazed absently out of the steamy window and I marvelled at his self-control. The next few miles drifted by in a delicious lethargy as my body delighted in his sensual touch, until a long rumble of brakes brought me down to earth again -we were coming to the end of our journey. Pity! Just a few yards more and I might have given the railway cleaners a really messy job. With some difficulty, my fellow traveller carefully tucked my rigid cock back into my pants and once more I heard a quiet "zeep" as my fly was drawn closed. He gave me a conspiratorial grin and turned away without a word. I followed him down the aisle, holding my bag in front of me, certain that everybody would notice my flushed face and the prominent bulge in my crotch, but they were far too intent on getting to work to be interested in my youthful display of virility. As I walked out of the station, my excitement and my aching erection began to subside and I could think clearly about my incredible journey. In fact, I dreamed of little else for the rest of the day, and my lack of interest in my studies was the subject of more than one sarcastic comment from my tutors. The last period of the day was history, a subject I usually enjoyed -but not for its subject matter! As the teacher droned on, my best friend gave me a nudge in the ribs and I felt his hand reach for me under the cover of the desk. Safe from discovery in the back row, our pleasurable sex play had become such a regular weekly treat for us that we prepared for it beforehand with a quick trip to the lavatories to slip off of our confining underpants. Normally, just the glimpse of his cock peeking through his opened fly would make me respond, but I was so spellbound by the morning's events that I couldn't rouse any enthusiasm. I gave him a few half-hearted strokes and soon drew my hand away and after a while his fumblings ceased. It seemed an age before the bell announced the end of the school day and the classroom began to empty. My friend gave me a puzzled look as he gathered up his books and he left quickly without saying a word. I suspected that he was off to relieve his frustration before going home, so I made my way to the station alone, impatient to see if my fellow traveller was on the evening train. There was no sign of him that evening, nor the following morning as I searched the draughty platform. I curbed my disappointment and resigned myself to the realisation that it had only been a chance encounter –a one-off- and when the yellow nose of the train finally eased into the station, I boarded my usual crowded carriage without enthusiasm. There was a sudden flurry as the usual last-minute passengers scrambled in and suddenly there he was, making his way down the aisle towards me. He didn't waste any time with any 'accidental' contact this time and as soon as the train began to fill up he looked at me hopefully. "Oh Yes, please!" I thought, as I gave him an imperceptible nod. He reached for me under the friendly concealment of his raincoat and I heard him give a little gasp of surprise when he discovered that I was wearing nothing underneath my uniform trousers. I had remembered yesterday's history lesson and my jockey shorts lay neatly folded up in my sports bag, leaving my cock unrestrained and eager for his attention. Much as I wanted to, I was still far too timid to feel for him in return, and in any case, his coat wouldn't cope with two wandering hands! We began to chat to cover up our actions and I learnt that his name was Simon and that he worked for a Japanese banking house in the City. It also turned out that he was an old boy of my school and his attention had been drawn to me several days before, when he recognised my uniform,. All the time we talked, his restless hand was making me quiver with ill-concealed delight as he playfully teased my cock and balls. As the days went by, I began to look forward to my journey with growing enthusiasm and was almost disappointed as the weekend approached. From our muttered conversations, I gained the impression that Simon was as keen as I was to progress our relationship further, but his working day didn't coincide with my shorter school hours, so the possibility of an evening meeting was unlikely. I knew that I hadn't enough self-confidence to try it on the train so I tried to plan a way for us to meet somewhere more private. That night, in the darkness of my bedroom, I sought comfort with my usual bed-time wanking session, imagining that I was exploring my new friend's slim body for the first time. But even as I writhed on my bed, I realised that nothing was going to happen -my mind was far too occupied in turning my fantasies into reality. I slumped back on my pillow with a groan of frustration, and my aching wrist slipped away to my side as I stared moodily at the reflections of the street lights on the ceiling. Suddenly inspiration struck me -it was so simple! I smiled happily and slid my hand downwards once more and a few minutes later I fell into a deep, satisfied sleep. ********** The next day, I swung my schoolbag in silent glee as I worked out the details of my plan on my walk to the station. I am quite musical by nature and had taken full advantage of the school's famous music department by learning to play the clarinet. My lessons took place every Monday evening during term time, which meant that I had to catch a later train home. Although Simon's train was later still, I was sure that I could waste enough time to ensure that I could travel back with him. His eyes lit up when I mentioned my plan to him he murmured, "First coach" as we parted reluctantly for the weekend. Monday at school passed in a daze of anticipation. I had seen Simon briefly on the morning train, but our usual space had already been taken and we had no opportunity to indulge in what was fast becoming my favourite obsession. I lifted my clarinet case above the packed mass of bodies that separated us and smiled at him gleefully. I saw him raise his eyebrows enquiringly and mouth silently. "Tonight?" I nodded my reply, feeling my whole body shuddering with expectation. * * * * * * * Doctor S. was pleased with my progress as I tackled a particularly difficult piece of Mozart, but as my fingers fumbled over the keys yet again, he kept murmuring. "Conzentrate, conzentrate." When I offered to stay on for a while to practice the passage a little more, he beamed and readily agreed. He was a nice old boy and my conscience pricked me as I contemplated the real reason for delaying my departure. * * * * * * * The bulk of the rush hour had passed as I walked down the platform to the first coach and I could see that the front end of the train was nearly empty. To my dismay, there was no sign of my erstwhile travelling companion and I could only sit, frustrated and angry, as the train moved slowly out of the station into the darkness. It was a corridor train and I decided to walk along its length in the faint hope that I had misunderstood his instructions and would find Simon in the first coach at the back. I had just reached the connection leading to the next coach when a sharp tap on my shoulder made me jump with surprise. The toilet door had opened slightly and I saw Simon's face peering through the crack. I took a nervous glance around me and stepped inside and we stood crammed close together in the tiny cubicle. I had waited all weekend for this moment and my fingers trembled with excitement as I released the fastener of his smart blue pinstripes. The sight of his flamboyant boxer shorts made me grin –I hadn't expected to see those under such a smart suit. Even funnier was the way that the face of Mickey Mouse was stretched into a grotesque shape by a prominent bulge in the front. I hesitated as teenage bashfulness overcame me –I had never seen a fully-grown adult cock before, not even my father's, and I was awestruck by the step I was about to take. Sensing my indecision, Simon hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts, dropping Mickey and Co. to his ankles, revealing his splendid manhood to me for the first time. Naturally, I had expected it to be larger than my own youthful member, but its sheer size held me enthralled –were all men that big? He hadn't achieved an erection yet and his hairy genitals hung down limply, swaying gently to the movement of the train. With no foreskin to cover it, the broad mushroom-shaped head of his penis looked several sizes too big for the shaft underneath, almost as if it had been stuck on as an afterthought. "I'm Jewish." He explained with a slight grin, lifting it up for my inspection. "They like to do that to their boys. I didn't have any say in the matter!" My curiosity reached its peak and I couldn't resist taking its fascinating bulk in my hand. With growing excitement, I felt it stiffen in my grasp and I tried out a few experimental masturbatory strokes along its thick shaft. My hand was sweaty with excitement, but even so, I could feel my fingers rasp against his dry skin. He winced and murmured. "Not like that, please. It's too painful. Let me show you." He sat down on the seat of the tiny toilet and cupped both hands around my bare buttocks, drawing me closer to him. I stepped forward nervously, wondering what he had in mind. Not long ago, I had sat smirking at the obvious embarrassment on our headmaster's face as he explained to us the mysteries of sex and the dangers surrounding adolescent boys in the big city. What would he think if he could see me now? Of course, I should have been more wary of this comparative stranger, but ever since our first encounter, my over-active sex drive had overruled all my teenage inhibitions. Any last misgivings changed to sheer delight as Simon leant forward and engulfed my cock in the slippery warmth of his mouth. Until that moment, my sexual experience had been confined to the clumsy hands of my friends and my own more gentle manipulation. I had never even dreamed of being sucked and I knew that all my friends would frown and consider me 'queer' if I had even suggested the possibility. This must be what it feels like to be inside a girl, I thought, and all kinds of erotic pictures from my well-thumbed porn magazines flashed through my mind. Instinctively, my hips began to buck rapidly back and forth as my body took control wracked by every wonderful new sensation. I forgot all about the grubby cubicle and the jolting roar of the train wheels as I sweated and panted on my exquisite quest for fulfillment. Suddenly, the provocative pictures faded from my mind and I gave a shrill yelp as I passed over the brink into sheer ecstasy. I felt the tip of my cock slide out of its sheath onto Simon's rough tongue and his eyes opened wide in surprise as my balls constricted and my jubilant sperm jetted into his mouth. For a moment, I stood numbly, my chest heaving and my knees trembling uncontrollably as if I had just run a long race. Simon swallowed hard and let my rapidly softening cock slip out of his mouth. "My turn now." He whispered hoarsely. * * * * * * * His cock completely filled my mouth and I had to open it wide as he slid deeper into me, almost making me choke on his enormity. There was little sign of his usual self-control, for almost immediately his breath started to hiss fiercely through his tightly clenched teeth and his rhythmic strokes became uncontrolled and jerky. The muscles around my mouth ached as I tried to keep pace with his frantic lunges and I could feel the thick veins on his cock rippling against my lips as he pounded inexorably towards his climax. Without warning, he gave a loud grunt and I felt my mouth stretch as his massive cock head seemed to grow twice its size as it throbbed out its release against the back of my throat. I can't say that I liked my first taste of male cum –its slimy consistency felt alien to me and even as the hot, pulsing jets finally slowed, I began to gag on its musky, salty taste. I pulled my head away in distaste and spat copiously into the tiny steel bowl mounted on the wall beside me, uneasily wondering what to do next. Now that it was all over, my sexual cravings seemed to fade, leaving me feeling self-conscious and slightly guilty. Simon must have been watching my reaction, for he gave me a sympathetic smile and hugged me briefly, sharing my moment of adolescent angst. Perhaps he was remembering his first time, too. He pulled away hurriedly and the reason for his haste became apparent as I saw the gleam of lights through the frosted glass window and felt the scraping roar of brakes beneath our feet. We were nearly at our destination. We pulled up our clothes in silence and tidied ourselves quickly before Simon gave me a brief smile and cautiously opened the door. I waited a short while before I followed, praying that nobody had noticed that the toilet had held two occupants for all this time. But all I saw was a sea of newspapers and the strained, blank faces of commuters lost in their own thoughts. Clearly, they hadn't enjoyed the journey as much as I had. Cummuters! Ch. 02 Cummuters! Part Two: Stephen Stephen and I hadn’t known each other for long: His parents had returned from abroad and he had transferred from his boarding school to mine at the beginning of term. I had been appointed his mentor, to show him around and generally help him to settle in, and over the next few weeks we got to know each other really well. One day we had finished lunch early and went out onto the playing fields to enjoy a precious half hour in the sun before the start of afternoon classes. We stretched out under a big chestnut tree near the cricket pavilion and Stephen began to tell me about his life at boarding school. It didn’t take long for me to realise that the strict regime wouldn’t have suited me at all, but Stephen seemed to have enjoyed it and clearly regretted having to leave. I propped myself up on one elbow and glanced over at him. “I suppose you must miss your friends?” I asked casually and was surprised to see him blush heavily before he replied quietly. “Some of them.” I nodded sympathetically, not really understanding what he meant until a slight movement caught my eye. Outlined in the grey flannel of his trousers an impressive erection was growing, trapped against his thigh by the thin fabric. Stephen was quick to notice my fascinated stare and gave me a bashful smile but made no attempt to cover up. Instead, he took a quick look around him before pulling down his zip and a moment later his handsome, uncut penis jutted out proudly from his open fly, so close that I could see a tiny drop of moisture glinting in the sunlight on its tip. I stared at it hungrily, summoning up the courage to reach out to touch it, but before I could decide, the school bell clanged monotonously, announcing the end of our brief spell of freedom. Stephen gave me a nervous smile before hurriedly tucking himself away and zipping up - he couldn’t have made his enticing offer more clearly. The walk back to the classrooms was torture for me; my cock was still ramrod stiff as I considered the implications of Stephen’s unexpected revelation. There hadn’t been time for him to make many other friends, so he must have been feeling really desperate to make such a bold approach to me. It didn’t take long before sharing our sexual pleasure soon became a natural and uncomplicated part of our relationship. Stephen’s appetite seemed insatiable, but there’s precious little privacy to be found in a busy school, so our enjoyment was limited to furtive explorations and the occasional hurried session in the lavatories after lessons. We always had to keep a wary lookout, although the telltale stains on the floor showed that we were not the first ones to visit there for the same purpose. Even so, I was a school prefect and conscious of my status. It wouldn’t look good to be caught jacking off with another senior –the news would get round the school in five minutes! Nevertheless, it was the best we could find, and although it gave us temporary relief from the gnawing ache in our balls, there was very little pleasure to be had, and we both yearned for something more gratifying. When my encounters with Simon became a regular event, they introduced me to an exciting new realm of pleasure I had never experienced before. I became so addicted to them that they left me with little inclination to seek further enjoyment elsewhere. Poor Stephen couldn’t understand my sudden indifference to his shy advances and my lame excuses only seemed to make things worse. He grew more frustrated and unhappy, but I was too infatuated to notice or care that our friendship was at stake. The school term ended and I knew that I wouldn’t be seeing Simon for several weeks, so I selfishly turned back to Stephen for consolation. Not surprisingly, he treated me coolly at first, but when I tried to mend the rift between us by suggesting a fishing trip, his eyes lit up at the idea. We were both keen anglers and it would be our first opportunity to spend some time together, away from the hectic rush of school life. A few days later, we set out for my favourite lakeside spot: It was on private land, but the owner was a golfing partner of my father’s and he had given me permission to fish there whenever I wanted. It was raining hard when we arrived, but we had come prepared for every eventuality and pitched my small tent in a secluded grove amongst the bushes before setting up our rods. It continued to rain all morning and after a few hours of indifferent success, even the most dedicated of anglers can soon get fed up, so we decided to have our lunch under cover and hope for a drier afternoon. Despite the poor fishing, the morning had been a success in other ways: Stephen I began to chat like old times and our old fondness for each other seemed to have returned. I had decided to tell him about my secret adventures with Simon and this seemed a good time to broach the subject. While I was still working out how to begin, Stephen asked me candidly. “So what’s up with you? Have you gone off me, or something?” I took a long swig of tea before answering. “’Course not, you daft twit! It’s just…well, it’s just that something’s happened: Somethin’ pretty amazing.” * * * * * * * * * * Stephen listened intently as I revealed my big secret. I was a bit tongue-tied and embarrassed at first, but once I got over the first major hurdle, I began to enjoy sharing my adventures with him and held nothing back. From time to time, I noticed him grabbing furtively at the prominent bulge in his jeans until he couldn’t contain his excitement any longer. He gave me a self-conscious grin and I heard a quiet sound as he undid the zip of his fly. “Go on!” he whispered urgently as he slipped his jeans down to his knees. “Hang on” I replied, and fumbled hurriedly with my belt. There wasn’t a lot of room in my little pup tent, so we both undressed quickly and squashed together side by side, tentatively exploring each other’s naked bodies. Stephen’s cock was already rock hard and he began to stroke it excitedly while he bombarded me with endless questions: How big was Simon’s prick? What did it look like? And so forth. I could tell from his tightly closed eyes and his tense expression that he was picturing every scene in his mind. I had almost finished my story when his interrogation stopped abruptly and he rolled on top of me, clinging to me so tightly that I could feel the rigid bar of his cock pulsing wildly as it loosed a warm stream onto my naked belly. “You idiot!” I whispered crossly, when the throbbing finally ceased. “Couldn’t you have used a towel, or something?" He lay slumped on top of me for a few minutes, recovering, before he pulled away and lay by my side once more. The feel of his warm body had been so erotic that my own cock was craving for attention and I needed to finish myself off quickly. As I reached down to soothe it, Stephen gave me a questioning look and murmured quietly. “Can I…?” “Sure.” I answered eagerly. “Only be quick -I’m desperate.” “I will.” He agreed, adding slyly. “And I promise I won’t make a mess.” I lay back and closed my eyes, marvelling at his enthusiasm. I would have needed time to recover from a massive climax like his. Some time before, I had devised a playful score chart to measure my ejaculations. Any over-indulgence the night before might only result in a weak dribble and score a derisory “2” on my personal Richter scale, but Stephen’s impressive blast-off deserved a “5” –he must have been saving it up for quite some time! A stealthy movement made me open my eyes and I looked down to see that Stephen was kneeling over me, his blonde head poised above my rigid cock. He looked embarrassed to see me watching him and there was a strange, pleading expression on his face. “Let me try...please?” He begged. For once, I was lost for words and could only nod weakly, wondering what he would do next. I felt him grasp me gently between his lips and instinctively, I arched my back and pushed upward, easing myself further into the cool depths of his mouth. All my need for urgency vanished as his tongue began to explore inside my foreskin, searching for the sensitive fleshy dome inside. My skin tingled as I felt his cool hand begin to roam all over my chest, circling and tweaking my nipples while the other hand gently cupped and fondled my balls. He began to work steadily through an extensive repertoire of sucking and stroking that made my whole body tremble with eager anticipation. This wasn’t the quiet, shy boy I thought I knew -it was all so new and exhilarating. Where had he learnt to do all this? More to the point. Who from? Stephen wasn’t my first sexual partner by any means, but none of them had ever progressed beyond clumsy efforts to masturbate me. In our close-knit school environment, mutual ‘hand jobs’ were considered an acceptable and pleasurable way of relieving our adolescent urges, but anybody attempting anything more adventurous ran the risk of being thought ‘queer’ and shunned as a result. If this is what Stephen had needed for all this time, it was no wonder that he had been so cautious. Nevertheless, it was OK by me -I had forgotten all about my schoolboy morality and my inhibitions seemed to melt away as I surrendered my body to him completely. The effect was so mesmerizing that I drifted into a blissful sort of trance and I heard myself whispering over and over, “Don’t stop Stephen. Please don’t stop…Please!” My daydreaming suddenly ended when I felt my thigh muscles start to twitch as they always did when I was close to my climax. Stephen must have felt it too, for his blonde head began to bob up and down furiously, sucking and releasing my cock in a compelling, irresistible rhythm until my body squirmed wildly as my senses reached a spine-tingling crescendo. Stephen showed me no mercy, and held me on the brink for what seemed an eternity, ignoring my frantic whimpering. Just when I felt I could stand it no longer, he finally relented and I endured a moment of agonising bliss before my cock suddenly pumped like a bellows, throbbing out its tribute to his awesome performance. It must have been quite a deluge, for I felt him swallow hard several times before he gave a satisfied sigh and finally released me from the soft prison of his lips. I lay exhausted, staring blankly up at the canvas roof until Stephen’s grinning face came into view. “See! I didn’t make a mess, did I?” He murmured breathlessly. * * * * * * * * * * Outside, the weather had started to clear and the sun was shining weakly through the walls of the tent, but we gave no thought to any more fishing that day. Instead we lay close together, our arms around each other, sharing in that wonderful torpor that only comes after complete fulfilment. “Did you enjoy that?” Stephen asked shyly. “Did I ever! That was a ‘Five-star plus’” I answered weakly. “But how…I mean, where did you learn to do all that?” “Ah-ha. You’re not the only one to have secrets, you know.” He gave me a mysterious smile and said brightly. “Perhaps it just comes to me naturally.” “Balls!” I retorted. “I wanted to try that for a long time, but I didn’t know what to do until Simon showed me.” I felt myself blush as I admitted. “Now I can’t seem to get enough.” “So why have you never tried it with me?” It was Stephen’s turn to blush. He lowered his eyes and murmured quietly. “I’ve been longing for you to do that to me for ages.” I gaped at him in surprise. “I didn’t think you’d like it. Besides, I was scared you might think that I had turnedqueer, or something.” He reached over and gave my limp dick an affectionate tug. “You can be a real idiot sometimes. Think of all the fun we’ve been missing.” We wrestled for a few moments, but neither of us was in the mood. I was still curious to find out where Stephen had learnt his incredible technique, but he skilfully avoided every one of my questions and said jokingly. “You learn a lot of things in the Boy Scouts. They even give you a special badge for it.” “Piss off!” I countered scornfully. “I bet you weren’t even a Cub Scout.” We both laughed, but then his expression became serious. He turned away from me and started to draw shapes in the condensation on the tent wall with his finger. I could tell that he wanted to say more, but wasn’t sure how to put it. When he finally spoke, His voice was so low that I had to strain to hear him over the patter of raindrops on the tent roof. “Why didn’t you want to tell me about Simon? “Is it better with him? More exciting?” Before I could answer, he stretched out on top of me and pressed his rigid cock against mine. “Better than this?” He breathed huskily, reaching down. “No, it’s not better.” I answered truthfully. “Especially not after today.” He gave me an appreciative smile and I felt the two hard lumps of his testicles squeezing against my groin, as he moved his pelvis provocatively. “That feels nice.” I murmured encouragingly, and tried to explain. “It feels different with Simon, somehow. At first, I thought it was just going to be a casual ‘one night stand’, but when it became a regular thing I knew that I was completely hooked.” A sudden notion struck me and I gave him a puzzled glance. “I suppose I never realised that adults still did it.” I confessed. He thought for a moment and replied with a chuckle. “Perhaps they all do it –Even old Warner” We couldn’t contain ourselves as we both pictured our elderly Headmaster frolicking in the nude sporting a gigantic erection. We clung to each other, shaking with laugher, enjoying the sensual feel of our naked bodies pressing close together. Outside our tiny canvas-covered world, the afternoon was passing quickly and we would soon have to think about making the journey home, but neither of us wanted to break the spell just yet. We lay together in companionable silence, until Stephen asked timidly. “Will you be seeing Simon again?” I had seen the look of envy on his face when I first told him about Simon and his question only served to confirm my misgivings: He was jealous of our relationship. I knew my answer wouldn’t please him, but it was a time for honesty. “Yes. I have to. I can’t stop myself.” I saw the hurt look on his face, so I added hastily. “But it won’t make any difference to us –not after today.” “It already has!” He snapped and flung himself off me in one swift movement. There was an angry tremor in his voice as he retorted. “If you like him that much, you can keep him!” . I knew that I had to think fast or this could mean an end to our friendship and my first selfish thought was that I might never enjoy another afternoon like this again. “Don’t be angry with me, Stephen…Please.” I said desperately. “I could have lied to you, but I didn’t. You are my best friend and I knew that I would have to tell you eventually.” I paused and took a deep breath, an idea already forming in my mind. “Besides, there might be a way to share him with you.” Almost without thinking, I added sharply. “That’s what you really want, isn’t it?” He paused from pulling on his jeans and I watched his expression slowly change as my taunt struck home. I had been right. “Would you really do that?” He was still angry, but there was a gleam of excitement in his eyes. I nodded, but without any real enthusiasm. The thought of sharing Simon with anyone else was hard to swallow and I was already beginning to regret my rash offer. It was my turn to feel jealous, but there was no going back now. “Well, I can ask him, but he might not want to.” I said cautiously. Simon would jump at the chance, I thought gloomily, but despite my reservations, my imagination started to race and I recalled scenes from our fantastic afternoon together. Only this time there was a difference - I could picture Simon’s athletic body joining in enthusiastically. Perhaps a threesome might not be so bad after all. I looked over at Stephen, smiling at his wistful expression. “On the other hand, maybe he likes fishing, too.” He smiled mischievously and playfully slapped me on my bare shoulder. “You’ll need to get a bigger tent, then!” * * * * * * * * * * Cummuters Pt. 01 6/7/2003 11:26 PM Cummuters! Part One By ShiremanUK Chapter I The train was already crowded as I got in, and not for the first time, I cursed my parents' decision to move out of town to live in the leafy suburbs. The move had condemned me to this daily awfulness of a train journey to school in the height of the rush hour. They had both worked hard to keep me at my prestigious City school after I had won my scholarship, so a move to a more local college was out of the question. I walked down the aisle searching for a vacant seat among the rows of silent commuters. No chance of that, of course, so I took up my usual place, leaning against the end wall of the carriage as the train lurched forward on its long journey to London. Station followed station and the train got more crowded with at each stop, until I was crammed tightly against the coach end by the crowd. Facing me stood a young man in a smart business suit, holding a raincoat draped over his clasped hands. We were pressed so close together that I could feel the back of his hand occasionally brushing against my groin as the train jolted along. I was going through that post-adolescent phase that all young men experience, when their cock tends to misbehave at the slightest stimulation--and always at inconvenient times like this! True to form, my errant cock began to stiffen until it pressed lightly against the sharp knuckles of the young City gent standing in front of me. Blushing with embarrassment, I glanced at him, careful to avoid his eyes, but they were gazing absently out of the steamy window. If he was aware of my pressing problem, his expression gave nothing away. I tried desperately to think of something else, but the insistent rubbing was too stimulating to ignore and my tight jockey pants slowly turned into instruments of torture, bending my wayward cock in directions it was never designed to go. My traveling companion moved his hands slightly under his raincoat and I assumed that he had finally noticed and was moving them aside. That was until I felt his fingers deliberately tracing around my tell--tale bulge. I ought to have turned away or blocked his wandering hands with my school bag, but my curiosity wasn't the only thing being aroused by then! I glanced at my tormentor in astonishment--what would he do next? Whatever it was, I knew that I was keen to find out. I took a deep breath and edged forward slightly, surrendering my throbbing cock to his undercover exploration. Encouraged by my response, the young businessman glanced at me for the first time and smiled at me enquiringly. I swallowed hard and gave him an imperceptible nod in reply. The train gave a sudden jolt that threw us together briefly and I felt a sharp tug as my zip was pulled down. As we recovered our balance, his cool fingers slid into the gap in my fly, scrabbling over my pubic hair until they hooked into the leg of my pants. He waited patiently for the next jolt and under cover of its movement; he pulled the thin fabric aside, allowing my cock to drop onto his waiting hand. I glanced down nervously, but there was no obvious sign of movement from under his raincoat--even the nearest passengers wouldn't see anything untoward. The realization that they were oblivious to my erotic adventure somehow seemed to add to my excitement. The sensual touch of his fingers seemed so different from the clumsy efforts of my school friends that I soon drifted into a dreamy haze, while all around me, the tight press of bodies swayed to the jerky motion of the train. All too soon, a long rumble of brakes brought me down to earth again --we were coming to the end of our journey. I sighed with disappointment as my new friend carefully withdrew his hand --just a few minutes more and I could have given the railway cleaners a really messy job! With some difficulty, my fellow traveler tucked my rigid cock back into my pants and I heard a quiet "zeep" as my fly was drawn closed once more. The carriage began to empty and he gave me a conspiratorial grin before turning away--he hadn't said a word throughout the journey. I followed him down the aisle, holding my bag in front of me, certain that everybody would notice my flushed face and the prominent bulge in my crotch. I needn't have worried, though; they were all far too intent on getting to work to be interested in my youthful display of virility. As I walked out of the station, both my excitement and my erection began to subside and could reflect upon my incredible journey. Chapter II In fact, I daydreamed of little else for the rest of the day, and my lack of interest in my studies drew more than one sarcastic comment from my tutors. The last lesson of the day was history. It was a subject I usually looked forward to--although not for its subject matter. As the teacher droned on, Stephen gave me a nudge in the ribs and I felt his hand reach for me under the cover of the desk. Safe from discovery in the back row, our pleasurable sex play had become a regular treat for both of us ever since we had sat together at the start of term. It had reached the stage where we would often prepare for it beforehand with a quick trip to the lavatories to take off our underpants to leave the way clear for our stealthy explorations. We called it 'riding bareback' and I usually joined in with enthusiasm, but I was still enthralled by my morning adventure and somehow I couldn't get into the right mood. I smiled apologetically at my friend's curious expression and decided to concentrate on my history books for once. It seemed an age before the bell announced the end of the school day and the classroom began to empty. My friend gave me an angry glance as he gathered up his books and left without a word. I suspected that he was off to the lavatory to relieve his frustration before going home, so I made my way to the station alone, impatient to see if my new friend was on the evening train. There was no sign of him that evening, or the following morning as I scanned the draughty platform and I resigned myself to the fact that it had just been a chance encounter. When the yellow nose of the train finally eased into the station, I boarded my usual carriage without enthusiasm --it was going to be yet another boring, uncomfortable journey. A whistle sounded outside and there was a sudden flurry as a few last-minute passengers scrambled in. The carriage door slammed shut and that's when I saw him edging his way down the aisle towards me! * * * * * * * * * * * He must have noticed something in my greeting, for the train had hardly started before he reached for me under the friendly concealment of his raincoat. I grinned at his surprised expression when he discovered that I was wearing nothing underneath my uniform trousers, but it was clear that he knew all about 'riding bareback'. I had remembered yesterday's history lesson and my jockey shorts lay neatly folded in my school bag, leaving my cock free to enjoy his attention. Much as I wanted to, I was far too timid to attempt to reach for him in return and in any case, his coat wouldn't cope with two wandering hands. I had got over my initial shyness of the day before and we started to talk like old friends. I learnt that his name was Simon and that he worked for a Japanese banking house in the City. It turned out that he was an 'old boy' of my school and he had recognized my uniform several days before. I couldn't resist asking him whether that was the reason he had chosen to stand close to me, but he only gave my cock a playful squeeze and answered with a grin. "What do you think?" The rest of the week seemed to fly by and for once I didn't look forward to the approach of the weekend. I still hadn't enough confidence to fully relax on the train and I wracked my brains to find a way for us to meet somewhere more private. It wasn't going to be easy: Simon's working day didn't coincide with my shorter school hours, so a meeting in the evening didn't really seem possible. The problem obsessed me that night as I sought comfort in my usual bedtime session and I writhed and panted for a long time before I realised that nothing was going to happen. I slumped back on my pillow with a groan of frustration and lay staring moodily at the reflection of the streetlights on the ceiling. Then inspiration suddenly struck me--it was all so very simple! Even my poor mistreated cock seemed pleased with my idea, for it seemed to spring to life of its own accord before my hand reached down to grasp it. I had barely time to reach for the box of tissues by my bed before the world exploded and I fell back into a deep, satisfied sleep. Chapter III The next day, I swung my schoolbag in silent glee as I walked to the station. My mind was busy working out the final details of my plan and I could hardly wait to tell Simon. Perhaps I'd better explain: I am quite musical by nature and had taken advantage of the school's famous music department by learning to play the clarinet. My lessons took place every Monday evening during term time, which meant that I had to catch a later train home. Although Simon's train was even later, I was sure that I could waste enough time to ensure that I could travel back with him. His eyes lit up when I explained all this to him and it became clear that he had been doing some planning of his own. "Platform four -- the 6.45----first coach on Monday." He murmured as we parted for the weekend. * * * * * * * * Monday at school passed in a daze of anticipation. I had seen Simon briefly on the morning train, but someone had already taken our usual corner and we had no opportunity to indulge ourselves. I was far too elated to be disappointed at this minor setback and I smiled mischievously at Simon over the packed mass of bodies that separated us. He raised his eyebrows enquiringly and I saw him mouth silently. "Tonight -OK?" As I nodded my reply, I could feel my whole body tremble with anticipation * * * * * * * *. Doctor S. seemed pleased with my progress as I tackled a particularly difficult piece of Mozart, but when my fingers fumbled over the keys he murmured encouragingly "Conzentrate, conzentrate." I tried hard, but my mind was far too occupied with other things to give dear old Amadeus my full attention. When I offered to stay on to practice the passage a little more, Doctor S beamed with pleasure and readily agreed. He was a nice old boy and my conscience pricked me as I contemplated the real reason for wanting to prolong my departure. The evening rush hour was almost over as I walked down the platform and I was pleasantly surprised to see that the front of the train was nearly empty. To my dismay, there was no sign of my erstwhile companion and I sat there, frustrated and angry as the guard's whistle blew and we moved slowly out of the station into the darkness. Unlike the morning train, this one had corridor coaches and I decided to walk along its length in the faint hope that I might have misunderstood Simon's instructions and find him in the first coach at the rear. I had just reached the connection to the next coach when a sharp tap on my shoulder made me jump with surprise. The toilet door had opened slightly and I saw Simon's grinning face peering through the crack. I took a nervous glance around me and stepped inside and we stood crammed close together in the tiny cubicle. I had waited all weekend for this moment and wasted no time in unzipping my trousers. Simon looked down at his smart blue pinstripes and nodded invitingly and my fingers trembled with excitement as they fumbled with his belt. The sight of his flamboyant boxer shorts made me grin --I hadn't expected to see those under such a smart suit. Funnier still was the way that the printed face of Mickey Mouse was stretched into a grotesque shape by a prominent bulge in the fabric. Sensing my indecision, Simon hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and Mickey and Co. dropped to his ankles, revealing his splendid manhood to me for the very first time. I stared at it in awe, suddenly realizing that I had never seen a fully-grown adult cock before, let alone touched one. Naturally, I had expected it to be larger than my own youthful member, but its sheer size held me enthralled --were all men that big? He hadn't achieved a full erection yet and I could see his hairy genitals swaying gently to the movement of the train. With no foreskin to cover it, the broad mushroom-shaped head of his penis looked several sizes too large for the slender shaft beneath ----almost as if it had been stuck on as an afterthought. Simon seemed to read my thoughts, for he lifted up his impressive equipment for my inspection. "I'm Jewish." He explained with a slight grin. "They do this to all their boys--and I was too young to have any say in the matter!" His casual manner dispelled any last inhibitions I may have had and I wrapped my fingers around the shaft, thrilled by the way it throbbed and swelled in my grasp. My hand was sweaty with excitement, but even so, I could feel my fingers rasp against the smooth skin. When I tried a few experimental strokes, Simon winced and murmured. "Not like that, please -it's too painful. Let me show you another way." He sat down on the seat of the tiny toilet and cupped both hands around my bare buttocks, drawing me closer to him. I leant forward nervously, wondering what he had in mind. Only a few weeks before, I had sat smirking at the obvious embarrassment on our headmaster's face as he explained to us the mysteries of sex and the dangers surrounding adolescent boys in the big city. What would he think if he could see me now? Of course, I should have been more wary of this comparative stranger, but our brief meetings had roused my curiosity to fever pitch. I had grown bored with the furtive sex encounters with my school friends and I found myself yearning for something more than the temporary relief they provided. My chance meeting with this young City gent. seemed to promise so much more...and I couldn't wait to find out. Simon leant forward and took my penis between his lips, making me gasp with surprise and excitement. The few pictures of oral sex I had seen had always fascinated me and made me keen to try it, but the thought of my school friends' likely reaction prevented me from even suggesting it to them. Simon must have sensed my inexperience, for he began to move his head back and forth so that my cock slid in and out of his mouth with a fantastic sensation. Pretty soon, my instinct took over and I began to thrust my pelvis back and forth, keeping time with the beat of the train wheels. I forgot all about the grubby cubicle and the jolting roar of the train as I pounded excitedly into the moist warmth of Simon's mouth. I felt giddy with excitement and a chaotic jumble of erotic pictures from my well-thumbed magazines flashed through my mind. Simon began making a delighted humming noise and massaged my balls feverishly as I began to thrust faster and faster. The provocative pictures suddenly vanished from my mind as I passed over the brink into sheer rapture. I gave a shrill yelp as the tip of my cock slipped out of its sheath onto Simon's rough tongue and my jubilant sperm spurted into his eager mouth. For what seemed an age, I stood numbly, with my chest heaving and my knees trembling uncontrollably as if I had just finished a long race. My softening cock slipped limply out of Simon's mouth and I saw him swallow hard before letting go of my trembling buttocks. He stood up slowly and I felt his enormous cock brush against my belly as he sat me down on the seat. "My turn now." He whispered hoarsely. Chapter IV Simon pressed his cock against my lips and I opened my mouth wide to admit the broad purplish tip. It seemed to fill my mouth completely and I almost choked on its enormity as he gently pushed it further in. I could feel it ripple along the roof of my mouth as I pressed my tongue upwards to grip him as tightly as I could. Simon threw his head back and I could hear his breath hissing fiercely through his tightly clenched teeth as he began to slide his cock slowly in and out, making a wet, slurping noise at each stroke. My dramatic climax must have really excited him, for it wasn't long before his rhythmic strokes became more jerky and uncontrolled. The muscles around my mouth ached as I tried to keep pace with his frantic lunges and I clasped my hands around his hairy legs, feeling the muscles tremble and tense in time with his powerful thrusts. Without any warning, he gave a loud grunt and I felt the back of my mouth stretch as his cock seemed to swell up to twice its size. A sudden warmth filled my mouth, forcing its way past the massive obstruction to dribble through my lips and drip slowly onto the grimy floor. I can't say that I enjoyed that first taste of male cum: Its slimy consistency felt alien to me and I began to gag on its musky tang. It seemed to pulse on forever, but when the hot jets finally ceased, I pulled my head away in distaste and spat copiously into the tiny steel bowl mounted on the wall beside me. I sat on the cold plastic seat, catching my breath and wondering uneasily what to do next. Everything had been wonderfully exciting until then, but my sexual urge was fading and I felt self-conscious and strangely guilty. Simon must have noticed my reaction, for he gave me a sympathetic smile and hugged my head against his chest, sharing my moment of adolescent angst. He was only a few years older than me, so perhaps he too, was remembering his first adult encounter. Suddenly, he gave a gasp of alarm and pulled abruptly away from me and the reason for his haste soon became apparent. There was a gleam of lights through the frosted glass window and I heard the scraping roar of brakes beneath our feet announcing the end of our magical journey. We pulled up our clothes hastily and tidied ourselves before Simon cautiously opened the door. I waited until the train had almost stopped before I followed, praying that nobody had noticed that the toilet had held two occupants for all that time. I glanced around carefully and breathed a sigh of relief: All I could see was a sea of newspapers and the strained, blank faces of commuters lost in their own thoughts. They clearly hadn't enjoyed the journey half as much as I had! * * * * * * * * * * Cummuters Pt. 02 Part Two: Stephen Stephen and I hadn't known each other for long: His parents had returned from abroad and he had transferred from his boarding school to my day school at the beginning of term. I had been appointed his mentor, to show him around and help him to settle in and over the next few weeks we got to know each other really well. One day, we had finished lunch early and went out onto the playing fields to enjoy a precious half hour in the sun before the start of afternoon classes. We stretched out under a big chestnut tree near the cricket pavilion and Stephen began to tell me about his life at boarding school. It didn't take long for me to realise that the strict régime wouldn't have suited me at all, but Stephen seemed to have enjoyed it and clearly regretted having to leave. I propped myself up on one elbow and glanced over at him. "I suppose you must miss your friends?" I asked and was surprised to see him blush heavily. "Some of them." He admitted cautiously. I nodded sympathetically, not really understanding what he meant, until a slight movement caught my eye. Outlined in the grey flannel of his trousers an impressive erection was growing, trapped against his thigh by the thin fabric. Stephen was quick to notice me staring, but made no attempt to cover up. Instead, he took a quick look around him before pulling down his zip and a moment later, his handsome, uncut penis jutted proudly out from his open fly. I stared at it hungrily, trying to summon up enough courage to touch it, but before I could decide, the school bell clanged monotonously, announcing the end of our brief spell of freedom. Stephen gave me a nervous smile before hurriedly tucking himself away and zipping up. The walk back to the classrooms was torture for me, for my cock remained ramrod stiff as I puzzled over Stephen's unexpected exposure. He hadn't had time to make many other friends, so he must have been feeling really horny to make such a blatant approach to me. After that afternoon, it didn't take long before sharing our sexual pleasures became a natural and uncomplicated part of our friendship. Much to my delight, Stephen's appetite for sex fun seemed insatiable, but there's precious little privacy to be found in a busy school and our enjoyment was limited to furtive explorations under the cover of our desks, followed by a hurried session in the lavatories after class. Even there we had to keep a wary lookout, for I was a conscious of my status as a school prefect and It wouldn't look good to be caught wanking off another senior; the news would get round the school in five minutes! Nevertheless, it was the best we could find, and although it gave us temporary relief, we both longed for something more satisfying. It was around this time that my encounters with Simon on the train became a regular event and had introduced me to an exciting new realm of pleasure I had never experienced before. In fact, I became so addicted to them that they left me with little inclination to seek enjoyment elsewhere. Poor Stephen couldn't understand my indifference to his advances and my lame excuses only seemed to make things worse. He grew more frustrated and unhappy, but I was too infatuated to realise that our friendship was at stake. The long school term ended and I knew that I wouldn't be seeing Simon for several weeks, so I selfishly turned back to Stephen for consolation. Not surprisingly, he treated me coolly at first, but when I tried to mend the rift between us by suggesting a fishing trip, his eyes lit up at the idea. We were both keen anglers and it would be our first opportunity to spend some time together, away from the hectic rush of school life. A few days later, we set out for my favourite lakeside spot: It was on private land, but the owner was a golfing partner of my father's and he had given me permission to fish there whenever I wanted. It was raining hard when we arrived, but we had come prepared for every eventuality and we pitched my small tent in a secluded spot amongst the bushes before setting up our rods. It continued to rain all morning and after a few hours of indifferent success, even the most dedicated angler can get discouraged, so we decided to eat our lunch under cover and hope for a drier afternoon. * * * * * * * * * * Despite the poor fishing, the morning had been a success in other ways: Stephen and I began to chat like old times and our close friendship seemed to be restored. I had already decided to tell him about my secret adventures with Simon and this seemed a good time to broach the subject. But while I was still working out how to begin, Stephen took the initiative and asked me candidly. "So what's been up with you? Have you gone off me, or something?" I took a long swig of tea before answering. "'Course not, you twit! It's just...well, it's just that something has happened: Somethin' pretty amazing..." * * * * * * * * * * Stephen listened intently as I revealed my big secret. I was a bit embarrassed and tongue-tied at first, but once I got over that first major hurdle, I began to enjoy sharing my adventures with him and held nothing back. His imagination took charge and from time to time, he would grab furtively at the prominent bulge in his jeans until he couldn't contain his excitement any longer. He gave me a self-conscious grin and I heard a quiet sound as he undid the zip of his fly. "Go on!" he whispered urgently as he slipped his jeans down to his knees. "Hang on a minute" I replied, as I fumbled to undo my belt and join him. There wasn't a lot of room in my little tent, so we both undressed quickly outside and squashed together side by side, tentatively exploring each other's naked bodies for the very first time. Stephen's cock was already rock hard and he began to stroke it excitedly as he bombarded me with endless questions: How big was Simon's prick? What did it look like? And so forth. I could tell from his tightly shut eyes and his tense expression that he was picturing every scene in his mind. I had almost finished my story when his interrogation stopped abruptly and he rolled towards me and I saw the rigid bar of his cock throb wildly as it loosed several strings of his sperm over my thighs. "You idiot!" I whispered crossly. "Couldn't you have used a towel, or something?" He gave me a sheepish grin and tried to wipe the mess off with his handkerchief, but I pushed him away. His spectacular eruption had made my own cock crave for attention and I needed to finish myself off quickly. As I reached down to soothe it, Stephen gave me a questioning look and murmured quietly. "Can I...?" "Sure." I answered eagerly. "Only be quick; I'm feeling really desperate." "I will." He agreed, adding slyly. "And I promise I won't make any more mess." I lay back and closed my eyes, marvelling at his enthusiasm. I would have needed time to recover from a massive climax like he had enjoyed. Some time before, we had devised a playful score chart to measure the power of our ejaculations. Over-indulgence the night before might only produce a weakish dribble the following day and score a derisory "two" on our personal Richter scale: But Stephen's recent eruption clearly deserved to score a "five". He must have been saving it up for quite some time! A stealthy movement made me open my eyes and I looked down to see that Stephen was kneeling between my legs with his blonde head poised above my rigid cock. He seemed embarrassed to see me watching him and there was a strange, predatory expression on his face that I hadn't seen before. "Let me try something...please?" He whispered. For once, I was lost for words and could only nod weakly, wondering what he had in mind. I felt him grasp my cock gently between his lips and instinctively, I arched my back and pushed upward, easing myself further into the warm depths of his mouth. My need for urgent relief soon vanished as his tongue began to explore inside my foreskin, searching for the sensitive fleshy dome inside. My skin tingled as his hand begin to roam over my chest, circling and tweaking my nipples, while his other hand gently fondled the soft skin holding my testicles. Soon my whole body was trembling with eager anticipation as he began to work steadily through his extensive repertoire of delights...this wasn't the quiet, reserved boy I thought I knew. Stephen wasn't my first sexual partner by any means, but none of them had ever progressed beyond clumsy efforts to masturbate me. In our close-knit school environment, mutual 'hand jobs' were considered an acceptable way of relieving our adolescent urges, but anybody attempting anything more adventurous ran the risk of being thought 'queer' and shunned as a result. If this was what Stephen had been looking for all this time, it was little wonder that he had been so cautious in his first approach to me. Nevertheless, it was fine by me and all of my schoolboy inhibitions melted away as I surrendered my body to him completely. I felt myself drift into a blissful sort of trance and I could hear myself whispering over and over, "Don't stop now, Stephen. Please don't stop!" I felt my thigh muscles start to twitch rapidly as they always did when I was ready to come. Stephen must have felt it too, for his blonde head began to bob up and down furiously, sucking and releasing my cock in a compelling rhythm until my senses reached a spine-tingling crescendo. But Stephen showed me no mercy and ignored my frantic whimpering as held me on the very brink of my climax for what seemed an age until he finally relented. I endured a moment of agonising bliss before my cock began to pump like a bellows, throbbing out its tribute to his awesome skill. It must have been quite a deluge, for I felt him swallow several times before he gave a satisfied sigh and finally released my cock from the soft prison of his lips. I lay back exhausted, staring blankly up at the canvas roof, until Stephen's grinning face suddenly came into view. "See! I didn't make a mess that time, did I?" He murmured breathlessly. * * * * * * * * * * Outside, the weather had started to clear and the sun was shining weakly through the walls of the tent, but we gave no thought to any more fishing that day. Instead we lay close together, our arms around each other, sharing in that wonderful torpor that follows complete fulfilment. "Did you enjoy that?" Stephen asked shyly. "Did I ever! That was a 'Five-star plus'" I answered weakly. "But how...I mean...where did you learn to do all that?" "Ah-ha. You're not the only one to have secrets, you know." He gave me a mysterious smile and said brightly. "Perhaps it comes to me naturally." "Balls!" I retorted. "I've wanted to try that for a long time, but I didn't know how to do it until Simon showed me how." I felt myself blush as I admitted. "Now, I can't seem to get enough of it." "So why have you never tried to do it with me?" It was Stephen's turn to blush. He lowered his eyes and murmured quietly. "I've been longing for you to do it to me for ages." I stared at him in surprise. "I didn't think you'd like it. Besides, I was scared you might think that I had turned queer, or something." He reached over and gave my limp dick an affectionate tug. "You can be a real idiot sometimes. Think of all the fun we've been missing." * * * * * * * * * * We wrestled together for a few moments, but neither of us was in the mood for more. I was still curious to find out where Stephen had learnt his incredible technique, but he skilfully avoided every one of my questions and said jokingly. "You learn a lot of things in the Boy Scouts. They even give you a special badge for it." "Piss off!" I countered scornfully. "I bet you weren't even a Cub Scout." We both laughed, but then his expression became serious. He turned away from me and started to draw shapes in the condensation on the tent wall with his finger. I could tell that he wanted to say more, but wasn't sure how to start. When he finally spoke, His voice was so low that I had to strain to hear him over the patter of raindrops on the tent roof. "Why didn't you want to tell me about Simon? "Is it better with him?...more exciting?" Before I could answer, he stretched out on top of me and pressed his rigid cock against mine. "Better than this?" He breathed huskily. "No, it's not better...it's different" I answered truthfully. He gave me an appreciative smile and I felt the two hard lumps of his testicles squeezing against my groin, as he moved his pelvis provocatively over my groin. "That feels nice." I murmured encouragingly, before I went on to explain. "It really does feels different with Simon, somehow:. At first, I thought it was just going to be just a casual 'one night stand', but when it became a regular thing, I knew that I was completely hooked." A sudden notion struck me and I gave him a puzzled glance. "I suppose I never realised that adults still did it." I finally admitted. He thought for a moment and replied with a chuckle. "Perhaps they all do it--even old Warner" We couldn't contain ourselves as we imagined our elderly Headmaster frolicking in the nude, sporting a gigantic erection. We clung to each other, shaking with laugher, enjoying the sensual touch of our naked bodies as they pressed close together. Outside our tiny, canvas-covered world, the afternoon was passing quickly and we would soon have to think about making the journey home, but neither of us wanted to break the spell...not just yet. * * * * * * * * * * We lay together in companionable silence, until Stephen asked timidly. "Will you be seeing Simon again?" I had seen the look of envy on his face when I first told him about Simon, and his question only served to confirm my misgivings --he was jealous of our relationship. I knew my answer wouldn't please him, but I knew it was a time for complete honesty. "Yes. I have to. I can't stop myself." I saw the stricken look on his face, so I added hastily. "But it won't make any difference to us -- not after today...Will it? " "It already has!" He snapped and flung himself off me in one swift movement. There was an angry tremor in his voice as he retorted. "If you like him that much, you can stick with him!" I had to think fast or this could mean an end to our friendship, and my first selfish thought was that I might never enjoy another afternoon like this one. I paused and took a deep breath, as an idea suddenly struck me. "There might be a way to share him with you." Without thinking, I added sharply. "That's what you'd really like, isn't it?" He paused from pulling on his jeans and I watched his sullen expression slowly change as my taunt struck home--I had been right. "Would you really do that for me?" He was still angry, but there was a gleam of excitement in his eyes that hadn't been there before. I nodded, but without any real enthusiasm: I was already beginning to regret my rash offer. The thought of sharing Simon with anyone else was hard to take and it was my turn to feel jealous, but there was no going back now. "Well, I could ask him, but he might not want to." I said cautiously. (Simon would jump at the chance, I thought gloomily.) Despite my reservations, my imagination started to race and I recalled scenes from our afternoon together--only this time there was a difference: I pictured Simon's athletic body joining in with enthusiasm. Perhaps a threesome might not be so bad, after all. "On the other hand, maybe Simon likes fishing, too." I said with a grin. Stephen's mood changed in a flash and he grinned at me mischievously. "You'd have to get a bigger tent!" * * * * * * * * * * Author's note: Parts III & IV follow soon. Look out for "Three men in a boat" Cummuters Pt. 03 Part Three: 'Three Men in a Boat' Stephen and I became inseparable after that first afternoon. We lived some distance apart and we must have both worn out a set of 'bike tyres as we took it in turns to visit. If our parents were feeling particularly generous, they would sometimes give us a lift by car, and as a result they soon got acquainted as well. Since we were all newcomers to the area, it wasn't long before both fathers would disappear off to the Golf Club, while our mothers seemed to plan endless shopping trips together. Stephen and I often found ourselves alone in the house and we made good use of the time in the safety and comfort of our bedrooms. It was after one of our long, lazy sessions that Stephen asked me whether I had arranged a meeting with Simon yet. I had rather hoped that he had forgotten about my rash promise, but Stephen had his own unique methods of persuasion and it wasn't long before he had got me so aroused that I would have agreed to anything. He seemed satisfied once he'd extracted my promise but I knew that he would keep me to my word. The only problem was that I had no idea where Simon lived and I wracked my brains to think of some way to meet him. Then the answer struck me----it was so obvious. We got off at the same station and I even knew the time of his train----what could be simpler? I rushed through my meal that evening, but even so, I only just made it to the station in time. As I pedalled up the steep ramp, there was a bright electric flash from down the line and the long, green snake of the evening train came round the bend, its brakes squealing as it slowed for the station. I leant on my 'bike, listening to the fusillade of slamming carriage doors and watching the first clutch of weary commuters to emerge from the station. There was a long pause and for one anxious moment, I thought Simon might have caught an earlier train, but then I saw his tall figure silhouetted against the station lights. "Do you always carry that raincoat?" I asked as he walked up to me. "Well, you never know your luck." He replied, easily. He grinned and added. "And you can't hide much under an umbrella." We walked slowly down the station ramp and he enquired teasingly. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" "What do you think?" My experiences with Stephen had made me more self-assured, but Simon still had the capacity to make me blush. "I've missed you." I murmured. His voice lost its bantering tone and he said quietly "Me too." "Shall we do something about it?" He added. We turned off the road, down a narrow footpath running parallel to the railway line. It was a popular route for commuters heading for the station, but by this time it was almost deserted, apart from a last few passengers making their way doggedly homeward. Halfway along, Simon led me up a muddy path into a small clearing well hidden among the trees, "How did you know about this spot?" I asked curiously as I leant my 'bike against a tree. He grinned. "You forget that I used to travel to school this way, not so very long ago." He looked around him and smiled. "I had a special friend I shared the journey with, and this is the spot where we often used to finish ourselves off, before going home." I heard a quiet buzzing sound as Simon undid his zip and I watched as he carefully lifted out his massive genitals through the open flap of his fly. He leant against a tree and thrust his pelvis forward invitingly, and I saw the long white shape of his cock contrasting sharply against his dark business suit. The sound of footfalls on the path below us made us freeze, but after they passed, we began to rediscover each other after our long time apart. Much as I enjoyed my sessions with Stephen, Simon hadn't lost the power to thrill my imagination and I suddenly realised just how much I had missed our Monday meetings on the late train home. For a time, we just gently fondled each other, enjoying our reunion, but it wasn't long before I was kneeling on the leafy ground, eagerly sucking on the familiar bulk of Simon's erection. I had learnt a lot from my sessions with Stephen and soon I had Simon groaning with delight as I tried out each new trick I had learnt. I glanced up at him, proud of my newfound expertise, but he had thrust his head back against the tree and all I could see was his breath steaming from his open mouth as he panted with excitement. I had been clinging onto his thighs to support myself and I felt he muscles in his legs tense like iron rods through the cloth of his trousers as a sudden wave of ecstasy suddenly coursed through his body. He flopped back against the tree, muttering. "I'm coming... I'm coming!" over and over again. But Stephen had taught me well, and I was determined to tantalise him by keeping him at an excruciating peak for as long as I could. I reached up for the soft pouch of his testicles and began to knead them gently, while all the time; my tongue was fluttering over the swollen dome of his penis. He managed to endure my tormenting for some time, but eventually he could stand it no longer and he began to thrust his hips towards me in a jerky rhythm. I felt his cock suddenly expand in my mouth and I took my head away just in time to hear his cum splash heavily onto the dry leaves at our feet. I was just about to stand up when a familiar throbbing in my groin made me crouch down once more. I knelt there, bewildered as the throbbing grew into a sharp tingling sensation, rather like 'pins and needles'. Moments later, my cock suddenly jerked upwards and spat out a thick stream of cum that glistened white in the moonlight. I looked down in amazement as my cock slowly drooped down over my emptied balls -- and I hadn't even touched it! "Hey! Look...no hands!" I grinned up at Simon as I pinched my long foreskin to expel the last drops of cum onto the dry leaves. Despite his amused expression, Simon seemed as impressed as I was. "Looks like you needed that even more than I did." He whispered as he carefully wiped the tip of his cock with a crisp white handkerchief. We stood for a while, smiling at each other as we slowly recovered from our efforts. Neither of us felt in the mood for any more, and after some final, half-hearted groping, we tidied ourselves up and left the clearing. We looked cautiously up and down the footpath, but it was deserted, so we continued our walk homeward. I was still on a high from my spontaneous arousal and decided to take the plunge and tell Simon about my adventures with Stephen. I had some misgivings at first, but unlike my jealous school friend, Simon showed no sign of envy as I described the events of our fishing trip. We turned under a railway bridge into a well-kept avenue and I knew that we would soon have to part company. I would probably get it in the neck from my parents for staying out so late, so I finished my tale hurriedly and waited expectantly for Simon's reaction. He had asked a few questions in a matter of fact way during my tale, but he couldn't hide the excitement in his voice as he remarked carefully. "Stephen sounds like fun: Perhaps I could meet him sometime." The thought of a threesome made me gulp with excitement and I answered hastily. "I expect he'd like to meet you too. But how?" "Leave it with me. I'll think of something." Simon said thoughtfully. He reached into his waistcoat pocket and handed me a business card. "Write your address on that and I'll contact you soon." He took back the card and after a brief goodbye, he walked briskly up the road into the darkness. * * * * * * * * * * Saturday is the only day that my busy family has time to have breakfast together. Stephen had gone away for a few days and I was at a loose end, so I sat moodily chewing on a last piece of toast as I watched my Dad open the weekend mail. He gave a little grunt of surprise and handed my mother a small white envelope. It contained an invitation to a garden fête the following weekend in aid of the local hospital appeal. The sender's name and address were unfamiliar, but all our details were correct, even down to mentioning me by name. They puzzled over it for some time before handing it to me. It was clearly Simon's doing, but I shrugged noncommittally and I handed it back----I didn't want to appear too excited or eager. * * * * * * * * * * The day of the fête was bright and sunny and we were in high spirits as we looked for the address on the card. It wasn't hard to find as there was a string of cars already parked in the long driveway and along the road outside. We made our way to the gate where a young man sat at a folding table, busily issuing raffle tickets. I wasn't surprised to find that it was Simon, although I hardly recognised him in casual clothes and out of his smart business suit. He greeted me cheerfully, explaining to my puzzled parents. "Mark and I are old friends; -we meet on the train most days." He called out to a couple standing nearby, and then turned back to us. "You must meet my folks. They're the ones responsible for all this nonsense." After the introductions had been made, we were just about to be led off to a large marquee, when Simon pointed to me and said to my parents. "You go off and enjoy yourselves and we'll meet up later on for a chat. I'll see that he's well fed." When they had gone, he smiled charmingly at another volunteer and handed her his sheaf of tickets. "That's enough of that for a while. Let's go and eat." "I thought you weren't supposed to eat pork." I said accusingly after we had stopped at the barbeque stall. He gave me a fierce grin and stabbed playfully at my crotch with his plastic fork. "That's true: I do like some sausages better than others...as you know." He grinned, "----but anyway, these are beef. Want another?" I took the hot dog he offered, smiling at his double entendre and munched steadily as we walked around. There were several stalls and other attractions to be investigated and it was quite some time before we started to look for my parents once more. We eventually found them standing by the house, wineglasses in hand, admiring a sleek sailing boat on a trailer. "Lovely, isn't she?" Commented Simon as he stroked the shiny hull affectionately. "I got her for my twenty-first birthday, but I hardly get time to sail her these days." "Don't you believe him!" Simon's mother appeared round the corner of the house. "It's because none of his friends will crew for him. Some kind of Captain Bligh, he thinks he is." Her large frame shook with mirth as she topped up our wine. "Have you ever sailed, Mark?" Enquired Simon, rapidly changing the subject. "No, never." I replied, adding wistfully " I'd love to try though." My answer seemed to please him and he stood for a moment, thinking. "Hmm. It would take some time before you could handle this beauty, but we have a cruiser moored on the Hamble. Perhaps I could take you out in her and show you the ropes one day?" My mother looked dubious, but Simon's mother came to my aid. "Don't worry, Mrs. Bradley. My Simon is an excellent sailor. Your boy would be quite safe with him." That's what you think. I muttered to myself, but I looked at my mother with appealing eyes. Eventually, she gave a deep sigh and uttered her usual mantra on such occasions. "You had better ask your father." I could hardly contain my delight. Dad had been talking animatedly with Simon's father, and from the way they were getting on; I knew that I would have no difficulty in persuading him. When he nodded his agreement, I hugged him gleefully. "That's fixed, then." Simon said nonchalantly, adding almost as an afterthought. "Why not see if that friend of yours would like to come along? It would be company for you and an extra pair of hands is always useful." Game, set and match to you, Simon. I thought, trying hard to curb my excitement. ************ Cummuters Pt. 04 Part Four: Rashiv True to his word, Simon rang one evening, suggesting we might make a three-day expedition around the coast the next holiday weekend, staying on board the boat. There was a flurry of 'phone calls as Stephen's parents and mine discussed the idea, but to our delight, they eventually agreed. The next few days seemed to crawl by, but eventually the day of the trip arrived. Simon had arranged to pick us up at some ungodly hour of the morning, so Stephen stayed at my house the night before. It's funny, but we must have both been so excited that neither of us even gave a thought to giving each other a 'quickie' before going to sleep. We were up and breakfasted long before Simon arrived and we wasted no time in stowing our gear in the back of his jeep. After a quick wave to my mother, standing anxiously in her dressing gown at the door, we were on our way—our voyage had begun! The journey was uneventful, although Stephen was suffering from a bout of shyness and sat quietly beside me, not joining in the conversation. I knew exactly how he felt: I had felt the same mixture of nervousness and anticipation before my first real meeting with Simon. In Stephen's case, his anticipation seemed to be winning, for I noticed that he began to sport a prominent hard-on. I reached over and began to unbutton his shorts, but Simon called out from the front seat. "Hey, you guys, there'll be plenty of time for that when we get there. You're putting me off my driving!" I made a rude face at his reflection in the rear view mirror and carefully tucked Stephen away for later on. The episode did help to break the ice though, for Stephen suddenly lost his shyness and started to talk excitedly about the weekend ahead. I wasn't sure what to expect as we parked in the boatyard. Simon went off to collect the keys from the office, while Stephen and I looked along the neat lines of craft, wondering which one was to be our home for the next few days. We were soon to find out: Simon called to us and we followed him to a sleek cabin cruiser, moored at the end of a long wooden jetty. "Enchantress II. What happened to Enchantress One?" I asked. "Oh, I sank her when I was still learning." came the cheerful reply. He said it so dryly that it took me a few moments to realise that he was only joking. For the next half hour or so, we were kept busy stowing our gear and provisions on board while Simon stripped the tarpaulin covers from Enchantress. "She's beautiful." I said when her graceful lines were fully revealed. "I call her 'The Gin Palace'" Simon gave me a wry grin, but I could tell that he was pleased by my admiration. "My father uses her to wine and dine his business clients. I get a bit fed up ferrying them around all the time, so it'll be nice to have the old girl to myself for a change." We went below to the saloon where Stephen had been busy brewing some tea for us in the spotless galley. As we drank, Simon outlined his plans for our trip, pointing out the route on a large chart. Just then a voice hailed us from the jetty and the boat rocked slightly as someone stepped aboard. Simon showed no surprise and climbed the companionway, returning with a slim young Asian man. "This is Rashiv." He announced. "He'll be joining us for the weekend." I stared at the newcomer without enthusiasm. There goes the prospect of any fun, I thought gloomily, but when we shook hands, I wasn't so sure. Rashiv had the most strikingly amber coloured eyes I had ever seen, and the long, appraising look they gave me made me think that he hadn't just been invited for the ride, after all. * * * * * * * * * * Now that we had a full crew, we were keen to get underway. Simon called us to our respective duties with a cheerful "Come on then. Let's go ̶ All hands on deck!" "Aye, aye, Cap'n." I said, tugging an imaginary forelock. "Enough of that nonsense, or I'll have you flogged." He grinned. "Go and untie us." While Stephen and Rashiv fended us off from the neighbouring craft, I clambered onto the jetty and jumped gingerly back on board, clutching the mooring ropes. There was a throaty roar and the boat began to tremble as the big diesel engine cut in. Simon certainly knew how to handle her, for after steering us through the tight maze of moored craft, we were soon heading out of the crowded boatyard into the estuary. The ships we passed looked enormous and I cast an anxious eye at one coming up the river, loaded with huge stacks of timber. Simon seemed to be steering directly towards her, but it soon became apparent, even to my inexperienced eye, that we would easily pass astern of her. Enchantress rocked gently in the big ship's wake and I waved up at two guys leaning on the stern rail. They didn't respond, but I supposed that they weren't enjoying their trip as much as I was. As we steadied, Simon called me over and handed me the wheel. "Keep her in a straight line towards that headland. I'll be back shortly." I went cold all over and gripped the wheel for dear life. "Relax. You'll soon get the hang of it." Simon advised cheerfully. "Thanks a bunch!" I called, but he had already disappeared down the hatchway. Once I had got over my initial panic, I began to enjoy myself: I was in sole charge of thousands of pounds of luxury cruiser! The engine throbbed gently under my feet, its exhaust making a deep burbling sound as it occasionally dipped under the water in the swell. It was still quite early, but the sea mist had cleared and it promised to be a real scorcher of a day. There was a patter of feet up the companionway and Rashiv appeared, dressed only in a pair of peacock blue Speedos. The skimpy garment hid little of his slim, brown body and I could see the shape of his genitals clearly outlined in the stretchy fabric. He gave me a shy smile and I watched him make his way along the cabin roof before stretching out on a towel to sunbathe. "Watch your helm!" Said a voice behind me, adding softly. "You're drooling." "Is it that obvious?" I asked. "Sort of." Simon gave me a slow grin. "But don't worry. You've got all weekend to get to know each other, and 'Rash' is well worth the effort, believe me." His voice lost its joking manner and he said confidingly. "I invited him along as a special present for you, for letting me share Stephen----I know he's special to you." As if on cue, Stephen's blond head appeared out of the forward hatch as he climbed out on deck. Like Rashiv, he had changed into his swimming trunks and I wondered if it had been at Simon's suggestion. It would certainly explain his disappearance below and it would have been a good opportunity for them to be alone for the first time. Stephen leaned over the bow like a figurehead, enjoying Enchantress's lively motion, before turning back to wave at us. Rashiv turned his head to watch him and Simon poked me gently in the ribs. "No prizes for guessing what he's thinking." He whispered, pointing to Rashiv and I watched enthralled as the thin material of his swimmers strained to contain a pretty impressive erection. "There's a lot of meat in that sausage, for a little guy." Simon observed with a grin. We had reached the open sea and Simon steered us westward along the coast. Stephen joined us in the cockpit and his face showed the same mixture of panic and elation as mine had when he took the wheel for the first time. Simon returned and studied our wake for a few moments. "That's good." He said encouragingly to Stephen who beamed with pleasure. Leaving us both in charge, Simon disappeared down the hatchway once more and returned a little while later with some bottles of beer. It's not my favourite drink, but the ice-cold feel of it running down my throat was electrifying. Bottle in hand, I sat down on the stern bench and gazed around me, hardly believing my luck----this was the life! We cruised on steadily for about an hour or so, until I heard the engine note change and I looked round to see that Simon was back at the helm. He switched on the echo sounder and I listened to its monotonous click as he studied the readout. "Aha." He murmured in satisfaction as a hump started to appear on the tiny screen. He pulled down a stubby lever on the control panel and the engine fell silent. I had got so used to its steady note that the sudden stillness felt strange: All I could hear was the water slapping against the hull and the distant cries of seagulls as they swooped and wheeled over the waves. Simon stood up and walked sure-footedly along the narrow walkway towards the bow and a dull rumble broke the silence as he let go the anchor. Enchantress drifted on for a few moments before she pulled up with a slight jerk. Simon returned to the cockpit and grinned at Stephen and me. "Right! You two call yourselves anglers. There's some good fishing on these sandbars, so you'd better get to work later on, if you want to eat tonight." He took a long look around him and studied the shoreline for a minute or two. Apart from a few sails in the distance, we seemed to have the sea to ourselves. "Well, I guess there's no need for modesty any longer, is there?" He said as he casually stepped out of his shorts. * * * * * * * * * * Stephen and I stared at each other, astonished by Simon's nonchalant manner. The lack of a tan line around his waist showed that this wasn't the first time that he had sunbathed in the nude. Nevertheless, I marvelled at his self-control, for I couldn't help noticing that his cock was still swinging loosely; He hadn't even jacked up----which was more than could be said for Stephen and me! I shed my tee shirt and made a start on my shorts, but Simon caught my eye and shook his head slightly, indicating that I hadn't been invited to this particular party. I slumped back onto the stern bench, trying hard to look unconcerned, but inwardly I was fighting hard to control my frustration. This had obviously been pre-arranged; probably when Simon had gone below and left me alone at the wheel. Stephen looked over at me uncertainly, torn between his loyalty to me and the lure of Simon's naked body, but I just shrugged my shoulders indifferently: He had made his choice and I was determined to play it cool and hide my humiliation. Stephen's fingers trembled as he fiddled with the drawstring of his trunks and he gave me a shamefaced look as he slid them down his legs. He looked strangely innocent, as he stood before us, naked and blushing heavily. The blonde fuzz of his pubic hair was almost invisible in the bright sunlight, so that his slim body appeared to be as smooth and hairless as a young boy's. He reminded me of the naked first-formers I supervised in the school showers on sports days and despite my sour mood I smiled to myself at the comparison; Any junior sporting a cock of that size would be very popular with his pals----not to mention me! The sight was clearly to Simon's taste as well, for I saw his massive tool stir for the first time, beginning to swell and lift slowly from its thick nest of curly hair. Stephen noticed it as well and his shy smile slowly turned into a look of predatory lust as he knelt between Simon's widespread legs. They hardly spared me a glance as I got up hurriedly and went forward to where Rashiv lay sprawled on the cabin roof; I was in need of some company. * * * * * * * * * * * * The young Indian opened his eyes sleepily as my shadow fell over him and his white teeth gleamed as he smiled a greeting. "What's happening?" He asked, looking around him. The cabin roof hid his view of the cockpit, so it was left to me to explain as best I could. "We've stopped to do some fishing." I nodded towards the stern, adding tersely. "Only Simon wants to do a little fishing of his own first----If you get my meaning." He sat up and noticed the sullen expression on my face. "And he's using your bait----is that the problem?" I nodded and said nothing, too full of resentment to speak. He got up and stood beside me, steadying himself on my shoulder as the boat rocked gently in the swell. From our higher vantage point, we could see Simon's bare torso, but all we could see of Stephen was the top of his blonde head, bobbing rhythmically back and forth. Rashiv placed his hand over my shoulders and gave me a sympathetic squeeze. "It seems like he's got a bite already." He remarked quietly. I turned away, bewildered by the wild mixture of emotions running through me. Ever since our first encounter by the lake, I had become aware of a curious change in my friendship with Stephen. Just as our physical bond had grown, so had our affection for each other. We would never show it, of course-----that would be far too sloppy and sentimental for either of us to admit. Instead, we hid our true feelings behind a front of teasing banter and mild insults. I had found it hard to understand Stephen's fierce jealousy until now, but seeing him with Simon had aroused the same feelings in me and I was finding it hard to cope with them. Rashiv turned to look at me, his head cocked to one side like some exotic bird of prey. Although we had hardly spoken since his arrival, he seemed to be able to read my mood perfectly. "You look like you need a little consolation." He said softly and I felt his hand gently stroke my shoulder before moving sensuously down my naked back. Despite my lingering resentment, I felt my cock beginning to stir and thrust against the lining of my shorts. "Yeah, why not?" I said ungraciously. "Why should they have all the fun?" I glanced towards the cockpit and added quietly. "Only, I don't want to watch them. I'm not ready for that." He smiled understandingly. "No problem: Come with me." He led me down the narrow companionway that Stephen had used earlier and I saw that we were in a small lobby flanked by lockers and two heavily varnished doors. He slid one of these open and we stepped into a spacious bedroom furnished with a large double bed. "This is the 'big boy's room'" He explained. "You two boys have got the crews' bunks up for'rard." His teeth flashed in a wide grin as he added. "That's unless our Captain makes other arrangements during the voyage." * * * * * * * * * * Rashiv slid open another door leading into a small bathroom and collected a large bath towel, which he spread out carefully on the bed. My eyes had grown accustomed to the gloom after the bright sunlight and I was able to take a closer look at my new companion. He noticed me staring at the bulge in his Speedos and grinned mischievously at me as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband and drew them down his legs without any sign of shyness or embarrassment. They were a close fit and he had quite a struggle to work them over his prominent hip bones, but I couldn't hold back my gasp of delight as his long, brown, penis flopped into view. He threw the skimpy garment aside and flung himself down on the bed, patting it and looking up at me invitingly. The reflection of the sea outside cast long silver ripples over his nut-brown body and I smiled to myself as a strange thought came into my mind. With his cat-like, amber eyes and the thick mass of dark hair covering his thighs, he reminded me of a picture in my history book of the Greek god Pan. True, there were no horns on his forehead and he lacked cloven hooves, but it was still a good comparison: Pan was a god of sensual pleasure--the arch seducer. Although I was keen to worship my handsome pagan god, something seemed to be holding me back. I undressed slowly, my imagination running wild as I pictured Simon alone with my best friend. Without warning, all of my jealous anger welled up in me and I flung myself down beside Rashiv, sobbing with frustration. He held me close while I recovered from my bout of teenage angst, but it was some time before I could bring myself to look at him. "Sorry about that." I muttered, ashamed of my weakness. Much to my relief, there was no sign of embarrassment in his expression as he gave me an understanding smile. "That's OK. You needed to get that off your chest." The expression sounded odd spoken in his lilting Indian accent and I smiled up at him weakly. My recent outburst had made me feel shy and I wasn't sure what he expected of me, so I lay quietly by his side, waiting for him to make the first move. After a while, he turned to me and remarked casually. "Have you ever tried a 'Bombay Fuck'?" Alarm bells rang in my head and I sat up quickly, ready to leap off the bed. That kind of sex was definitely not for me! "No Rashiv! No way! I'm not into that sort of stuff...OK?" Much to my surprise, he burst out laughing as he saw my startled expression. "Don't worry. It's not what you think." The Indian lilt in his voice became even more pronounced as he added primly. "And just for the record, I am not into 'that sort of stuff' either, if you must know." I calmed down as he went on to explain. "Hindu girls are supposed to be virgins when they marry, but they like to keep their boyfriends happy, too. Many centuries ago, one of them came up with an idea how they could both have fun without the girl losing her virginity. Thankfully, the secret's been passed down from mother to daughter ever since." He grinned at me slyly. "It's one of our better customs, I've always thought." He leant over and rummaged in his bag by the side of the bed and returned with a little foil packet, which he handed to me, smiling as I examined it dubiously. "Sorry to scare you just now, but things might get a little messy, and we wouldn't want to stain this nice bedcover, would we? Slip that on and you can 'cum' as much as you like, without worrying where it's all going to." I took out the little rubber "O" and examined it curiously. Some of my friends at school carried them as a sort of status symbol, but this one was the first I had encountered at close quarters, so to speak. I placed it on the tip of my cock and tried to stretch it down, but it wouldn't budge. "Try it this way." Said Rashiv with a grin as he turned it over. He rolled it down my erect cock in one flowing movement, adding matter-of-factly. "You'd better get some practice in before you find yourself a girlfriend." I glanced at him curiously. "Have you got one? A girl friend, I mean." "Oh yes." He answered calmly. "But she is still too young for us to have sex, so I have to make do with this, whenever I can." Seeing my puzzled expression he added. "She was my parents choice for a bride, but I am quite happy. She is very pretty and will make me a good wife, I am sure." The tight constriction around my cock felt strange, but not unpleasant and I flicked the little rubber teat on the tip, wondering what Rashiv had in mind. He reached into his bag once more and produced a large blue tube, about twice the size of a tube of toothpaste. From it, he squeezed out a liberal amount of clear jelly and spread it between his thighs, before wiping the rest over my rubber-clad cock. "Now, please. Come on top of me." He breathed. His clipped accent sounding even more pronounced in his excitement. Cautiously, I did as I was told, and he carefully guided my rigid cock into the tight space between the fleshy parts of his upper thighs. He brought his legs close together and I felt myself being squeezed in a slow insidious rhythm as he began to rock his body gently beneath me. Instinctively, I started to move my body in time with his, humping my back so that my cock was squeezed tightly against the firm ridge of cartilage beneath his balls. The thin rubber sheath around my cock stretched and released with every move, adding to the sensation and soon I was panting with excitement as I lifted and plunged my hips rhythmically. Rashiv opened his eyes and smiled lazily at my intense expression. Cummuters Pt. 04 "Like it?" "Mmmm." I murmured, thinking that I must try this with Stephen at the first opportunity. Rashiv slid his hand between our two bodies and carefully rearranged the loose skin of his testicles so that it wrapped snugly around the shaft of my cock. When he was done, he closed his legs and I felt that delightful pressure enfold me once more. I felt completely relaxed and flattened myself against his slim body until I could feel the stiff bar of his cock pressing against my belly as our two bodies began to move together in unison. . A strange sort of tingling numbness slowly began to spread through my body as I plunged and reared excitedly on top of Rashiv and I began to tremble uncontrollably as a feeling of such intense ecstasy overcame me that I gasped at its exquisite pain. I felt a sudden warmth surround the tip of my cock as my sperm pumped into the tight rubber bulb, some of it forcing its way back into the folds of my foreskin and down my madly throbbing shaft. Each frantic pulse seemed to drain yet more energy from me until I collapsed, gasping and spent, onto Rashiv's smooth chest. He continued to move frantically beneath me and I could feel his cock rasping against my pubic hair as he pounded towards his own climax. Suddenly his whole body tensed and the stiff flesh pressing against my belly became rock hard as it pulsed out a deluge of warm cum into the space between our tightly pressed bodies. To my amazement, I felt my own cock start to tingle and twitch once more: My youthful body was granting me another spontaneous 'second cumming' just as it had done in the woods with Simon! I gave a delighted gasp as my cock began to throb wildly as it summoned up the last remaining drops of sperm from my aching balls. * * * * * * * * * * I don't know how long we lay clinging to each other, but it must have been some time, for the rubber sheath around my limp cock felt cold and clammy as I finally lifted myself off of Rashiv's glistening body. He smiled at my clumsy attempts to pull the condom off of my softened dick and reached over to peel off the wrinkled rubber with the ease of an expert. He held it up for my inspection and grinned slyly. "Quite a load. You must have needed that?" "Rather!" I said drowsily, still recovering from my double climax. "What did you call that again?" "I call it a 'Bombay Fuck' but some Americans call it a 'Prom-Night Special'" "What's the difference?" I asked. He looked up from wiping his belly with a towel and gave me a mischievous grin. "Ah! We Hindus do it with much more style: It's in our culture, d'you see? Have you never seen pictures of the old carvings in our temples? You could learn a lot from them: Remind me to lend you a book when we get home--I think you might enjoy it" He grinned once more "...but take good care to hide it from your parents." We could hear snatches of conversation from the deck above us and presently there was a patter of footsteps on the companionway and the cabin door slid open. Simon's cheerful face appeared round the edge and grinned broadly when he saw us both stretched out naked on the bed. "Oh Sorry!" He said, (But the tone of his voice clearly showed that he wasn't.) "Just thought I'd better warn you that some other boats have joined us for the fishing, so don't come on deck looking like that, will you." He shook his head slowly and winked. "You might give the boat a bad name." Stephen gave me a sheepish grin as I came on deck and it was clear from his expression that he wanted to make amends for deserting me earlier. As I looked into his troubled blue eyes, I realised that all my earlier jealousy and frustration had gone----forgotten in the exhilaration of my session with Rashiv. I gave him a friendly punch on the arm and whispered. "Was it good?" He looked away, but his deep blush was all the reply I needed. I walked over to stand beside Simon and nodded toward the fish flapping on the deck. "Good fishing?" I enquired. He turned to me with a grin----he knew exactly what I really meant. "Excellent. How about you?" "Not bad." I turned towards Rashiv, who was furtively rearranging the contents of his blue Speedos in the shelter of the companionway. "He's a bit skinny. But I won't throw him back just yet." * * * * * * * * * *