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Chapter 138 ended
J checked his watch, and on the stroke of midnight, he flicked the switch which plunged his foray room into darkness. .Going back into his room, he closed the door and after getting a coke from his chiller, he sat down on his chair to drink it and wait till he felt it was safe to go out and try to reach the last of the boys to see what they were made of.
Chapter 139
As J drank his can of coke, and sat in the chair he listened as the murmur of voices from the dorm slowly diminished as each boy faded off into sleep. J knew that he would not have to wait too long before the boys would be fast enough asleep for him to begin his next foray of discovery and complete going round the boys to see their reactions. J had noticed that the boys were all showing signs of exhaustion from the constant activity in the heat and humidity of Greek's climate. As he thought about this he decided he would have to try and get the lads to go to bed earlier the next day or else they would start to get really grumpy and moody, just because they were over tired. The noises of the boys in the dorm had died out before ten minutes after lights out had passed, but J waited till half past twelve before he got up, stripped off his shorts, and collecting his special torch, he turned off the light in his room and then quietly and naked opened the door.
Having been with Chuck last on his previous foray, J made a straight line towards the bed of Sergejus Sikorski. According to the notes he had, Serge had been found wondering the streets of Poznan in Poland at the age of 5, an orphan who was homeless. The couple who found him had somehow managed to get him back to Scotland where they fostered him and looked after him. Living under the shadow of Ben Nevis in Fort William, Serge spoke with a Scottish accent highlighted by a bit of Polish inflections. J was hopeful with Serge because he had seen him opting to go commando more often than not and also sporting semi erections both on the way to and from the showers as well as in the showers. At two months after his thirteenth birthday, Serge was not too badly presented either, as his cock was already four and half inches when hard and he had a reasonable nest of pubic hair which even showed a hint of the start of a happy trail. To make matters easier for J, Serge was conveniently lying naked on his back on top of the top sheet; and with his legs slightly splayed he was giving J full unhindered access. Shining his torch briefly showed J that Serge was very much asleep and instead of testing the waters as he normally did, J took the risk and for first contact, he laid his open hand palm down over Serge's cock. This time-saving risk was worth it for Serge did not even twitch. J rubbed his hand up and down the cock a few times and then stopped. With his hand still lying against the cock, he felt it as it began to harden and rise, pushing against his hand. J lifted his hand slightly so that he could curl his fingers under the cock and give it some more gentle stimulation before he laid it down on Serge's nest of pubes with the head indicating the direction towards Serge's navel. Then J took a hold on the cock once more and began to slowly jack it keeping a watchful eye on Serge for signs of being disturbed. Using his other hand, J cupped and fondled Serge's balls and so he noticed when they began to pull up towards the body indicating that his orgasm was approaching. Just then, J got quite a fright because Serge began to talk in his sleep, but it took J a couple of moments to realise that Serge was indeed still asleep and that he could continue with the wank. At first Serge's talk was not decipherable and so J was not sure what he was saying, but then as the balls made their way tight into the body, J distinctly heard Serge say, "Yes, Graeme, stroke it nicely and it will give you your present." This caused J to think that maybe Serge had a jerk buddy back in Fort William and that they team jerked. This gave J the courage to continue and bring Serge to his climax. As Serge began to ejaculate, J let go of his cock and let it spew out onto his stomach and chest. When J saw the spasms easing, he scooped up a little of the cum for a taste before moving on to the next bed.
This twelfth bed was occupied by one Neville Ferriman. Neville was one month shy of thirteen and stood the same height as Serge and the two boys had hit it off right from the start of the camp, even though Neville came from Swansea in Wales. Neville was proud of his four inch uncut cock as well as the dark pubes that surrounded it. His balls however did not have a single hair on them. Neville, though, was not as accommodating as Serge, for he was under his sheet, and was lying on his side. He at least was naked and so J did not have the hassle of removing any underwear to gain access. J was standing facing Neville's back and he slid his hand forward over Neville's hip and began the descent towards his cock. In order to do this, J had to lean forward and he balanced himself by leaning his legs against the frame of the bed, which brought his pre-cum soaked cock into contact with Neville's naked bum and the lube on the end of his hard cock allowed it to easily slip into the crease of nevilles's bum. Unfortunately this coupled with a hand groping his cock was enough to disturb Neville and he rolled away from the cock in his crack onto his stomach effectively closing off J's access. J knew when to cut his losses and so leaving Neville, he moved on to Allan Miles from Cirencester.
Allan was probably the least well known boy in the dorm. He was very timid and something of a loner and J had not noticed him being particularly friendly with anyone. Allan was thirteen and half and had the pale skin which went with his blond hair. His five inch cock was a lovely thick one and J was itching to get his hand onto it. Approaching Allan's bed, J saw that Allan had gone to sleep lying naked under his sheet but in his sleep he had discarded the sheet from most of his body and now had only one leg under it. He was flat on his back and spread-eagled as he enjoyed an erotic dream. Such was his dream that as J got near and placed his hand on Allan's cock he began to have an orgasm and ejaculate in a wet dream. J continued to fondle Allan's cock as it got soft, and then he scooped up a taste before moving on to bed fourteen which was occupied by Oswald Buhle. The only mixed race boy in the dorm and one of Max's self appointed helpers and protectors.
Ossi had already declared himself straight to J, but this did not stop J from approaching his bed with the intent of getting as much out of it as possible. J saw that Ossi had gone to bed in his boxers, but had chosen to sleep on top of the sheets rather than between them. Again, throwing caution to the wind, J came in with a direct approach and placed his hand over Ossi's cock and balls as he lay on his side with his knees bent. When Ossi did not object, J undid the button on his boxers fly and fished inside to pull his still flaccid cock out through the fly. J then began to work the foreskin back and forth as he tried to encourage the cock to harden into an erection. As with any boy, and particularly those going through puberty as thirteen year old Ossi was, it did not take much stimulation to encourage his cock to hardness. For his age, Ossi was quite well endowed and proudly displayed his cock which now hard measured in at a good five and a half inches with low hanging balls the size of pullets eggs. His mixed race heritage meant that his pubic hair was tightly curled and black, but it was dense surrounding his cock and balls extending even a couple of inches down his legs. J wondered how far he would be able to get as he slowly pulled the foreskin back to see the one part of Ossi he had not yet seen. With his dark skin, Ossi's cock head in the dim light of J's special torch was a dark purple and pumped with blood it swelled to stand as a mushroom keeping the foreskin now retracted under the lip of the ridge which surrounded the edge of the head. During J's examination of the head, he had not noticed any untoward signs from Ossi and so he dug through the fly once more and lifted Ossi's balls out through the slit as well. Now with the whole package on display, J began to stroke Ossi's cock and as he did he slid his hand on down to massage the scrotum and his balls at the same time. Although the loose skin covering Ossi's cock would slide up and down the shaft as J stroked, it would not slip over the head as most foreskins do when the cock is wanked. With this, J was able to see the first bead of pre-cum emerge from the tip of Ossi's cock. Quickly J used his finger to smear this over the cock head as far as it would go and make his finger slick over the head more smoothly. That first bead of lube was rapidly followed by a virtual stream of lube and soon J had enough over his hand and Ossi's cock, that he was able to fist the cock and wank it in the time honoured classic method. As J was doing this he used his other hand to begin to massage Ossi's balls, but that disturbed Ossi and he semi-woke and mumbled as he pushed the hand away from his cock. J was disappointed because he knew this meant that he would not be able to wank Ossi to ejaculation and so would not be able to taste him either.
J now had just two beds left to visit, and the next one had Max's other protector in it, Timothy Dalton. Tim was half a year older than Ossi and lived in the same area of London as both Ossi and Max. This was how they ended up in the same school as each other. Although he had six months on Ossi, Tim's cock was only five inches when hard and was framed with a mass of soft dark brown hair which was almost straight. Tim's foreskin was one of those that projected past the end of the head and closed up into a little tube which seemed to hang off the end of the cock. Tim however, was lying face down on his bed and he had on a tight pair of boxer briefs, which gave J little to do. J decided that he would at least try something to see how Tim reacted so that he could maybe come back to him once he had been to the last bed, and see if Tim had changed his position. To begin with, J rested his hand on Tim's bum and after a few moments when there was no sign from Tim, he tickled the bum through the undies. There was still no reaction from Tim and this actually gave J some hope because if the boy rolled over, and J got access to the part he preferred, he might be able to do something with it. With this in mind, J decided to see if he could pull the boxers down a bit so that he could get them down even further at the front, should that opportunity present itself. The waste band was rather tight against Tim's body and was up high enough that there was no start of the crack open to give J a vantage point. J turned his hands so that the backs of them were lying against the skin of Tim's back and then he slid his finger nails under the waistband and tried to hook it out and away from Tim's body enough to get a purchase underneath the waistband with his finger. At first he kept losing the waistband before he could get a finger under so instead of trying to do the same thing with both hands, J hooked just one nail under the waistband and then pushed down at the same time as he tried to pull it away from the body. The other hand he held ready to pinch grip the material at the first opportunity. This method was successful and as soon as he was holding some of the material in a tight grip between his finger and thumb, he was able to pull it out sufficiently to get a finger under the elastic. Once that had been accomplished it was not hard to get the fingers of both hands under the waistband on either side and then gently tug downwards. Surprisingly, J was able to pull then down far enough for the waistband to sit under the cheeks of Tim's bum, before he met with sufficient resistance to stop the downward movement of the boxer briefs, in fear of waking Tim up. With the naked bum staring him in the face, however, J could not resist the temptation and ran his fingers lightly over the cheeks and then traced the line of the crack with a fingernail. But J also did not want to risk this disturbing Tim enough that he sub-consciously pull them back up again. So leaving Tim like that for now, J moved on to Max.
Although J knew Max fairly well already, he wanted to see what would happen if he started to wank Max while he was still asleep. Max's bed was up against the wall of the dorm and so J could only approach it from one side. This meant that he was looking at Max's bum; because Max was as naked as the day he was born and was lying on his side facing the wall. J carefully sat down on thebed hoping to not disturb Max, then leaning slightly towards the wall he reached around with his inside hand and came straight down onto Max's cock. J was not surprised to find that Max was already hard and so he began to masturbate Max. J had been wanking Max for about five minutes when Max placed his hand onto the hand that was wanking him and whispered, "You asked me to tell you if I woke up. I just did."
"And what did it feel like to wake up to this?" J asked as he continued to wank Max.
"Different but bloody wonderful too." Max answered and then continued, "But I am already close to cumming. Are you ready?
"Yes," J replied and bent forward while at the same time pushing against Max's hip to force him to roll onto his back so that J could swallow his cock. J did not get much chance to pump his mouth up and down on the piston inside it before the piston erupted and began to fill J's mouth with creamy lava once more.
As J sucked the last drops of cum off of Max's cock, Max said, "That was nice J. You can wake me up like that anytime you want."
"You might just get it some more yet." J warned and promised.
"Do you want me to do you now?" Max asked as he yawned.
"No, just go back to sleep. But thank you for offering. I have a bit more to do yet before I want to release my seed on an unsuspecting world. " J replied.
Max was not too sure what J meant by that, but he was also tired enough to not let it bother him and so he wished J good night once more and rolled onto his side to face the wall and soon had dropped off to sleep again. J had remained seated on the bed, but was not touching Max and so when he heard Max's breathing change he got up very gently, not wanting to disturb Max again, and moved back to Tim's bed.
J was delighted to discover that while he had been pleasuring Max, Tim had rolled onto his back and it looked like his boxer briefs were still down under his bum at the back. To make sure Tim was still in a deep sleep; J rested his hand over Tim's navel and had one finger which was bent so that it pushed into the belly button. Using just that finger, J gave Tim a bit of a belly tap. Tim did not react at all so J moved his hand down over Tim's undies to cup his cock and balls and apply a light bit of pressure. There still was no sign of any reaction from Tim and so J decided it was now or never and he used a fold in the material of Max's undies to pinch and pull up, so that the waistband pulled far enough away from the belly for J to get one finger under it. Then he used that finger to pull the waistband further out and get a second finger from the same hand under the waist band. J let go of the fold of material he had been pinch holding and pulling the waistband out a tad more, he quickly was able to get two fingers of the other hand under the band as well. Then moving his hands outwards as he gently pulled downwards soon got the boxer briefs slipping down the leg. This confirmed to J that the back waistband was still hooked under Tim's bum cheeks, because the undies slipped further down Tim's legs than J had thought or even hoped he could achieve. It also uncovered Tim's whole package and J wasted no time in approaching Tim's penis. Flaccid it looked to be about three and half inches with the extra half inch of foreskin tube hanging off the front of it increasing the measurement to four inches. J began by rolling this extra foreskin between his thumb and finger and then moving his fingers slightly lower so that he was rolling the foreskin covered head in his fingers instead. This set off the desired reaction and soon, Tim's three and half to four inches became five with no extra foreskin to contend with as with the cock swelling, the foreskin pulled back to where it was just covering the glans with no overhang. J worked it some more to pull the skin further back and uncover the head. As he did so, he noticed an unfamiliar smell and shining his torch onto Tim's cock he saw that as the foreskin was retracting it was revealing a paste of smegma which smelt like the blue cheese it resembled in texture. This was J's first up close experience with it and he found it rather off-putting and did not feel like continuing to play with Tim's cock.
J also did not want to leave Tim's underwear as it was and so decided to see if he could be successful in removing it from Tim's body altogether. It was easier to get a proper grip on it this time and so he soon was working the boxer briefs down Tim's legs. Fortunately Tim was lying with his feet fairly close together and J had no trouble getting the undies to the knees. Then he had to gently move one leg closer to the other and after that he easily slid them down the rest of the way and off. Once he had them off he decided to see if he could get them onto another person.
Can J be successful in this little venture? Let me know what you think and which boy he should try on. = Rick