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Resume:- Phil Goodman's email address was circulated inadvertently to readers of Jeff's gay stories. He has recognised the possibility that he knows one of his fellow readers, a friend from his school days called Inky White. He has sent off an email, and while he waits for a reply, he continues to recall their teenage friendship.
Part 2:-
It was Inky who made, or rather had, the next significant step forward for the two of us. He greeted me with great excitement one Thursday morning. "I've got something great to tell you."
"What?"
"Something really exciting happened to me yesterday."
"Tell me."
"Not now, when we may be interrupted. Tell you later at my place."
I wondered what on earth he had to tell me. He would not say a word until we were naked in his bedroom. We usually started doing things straight away, but he was eager to tell me what had happened, and I certainly wanted to hear about it, so we sat cross-legged on the bed facing each other.
"Yesterday afternoon when I got home, Mum asked me to pop round to the shops for her. As you know, going to the shops involves a short walk through Kelso Park."
(This was a park in the grounds of a large Victorian mansion, which was used by the Council for offices and meetings. Part of the grounds was given over to flower beds and neatly-mown lawns. A large part was a field where anyone could kick a ball around. There were some tennis courts and a bowling green in another part.)
"I was just walking through the garden part where all the seats are, and I saw a man sitting there."
"How old?" I asked.
"Quite old, in his mid thirties I should think. As I walked towards him I could see his eyes on me. As I got closer, he put a hand down and slightly rubbed his crotch. I thought that could mean something or nothing. Anyway, I tootled along to the shops and about ten minutes later came back along the path with the bag of things I'd bought. He was still sitting there. Again as I got close, his hand came down onto his crotch, and he did some definite adjusting."
"What did you do?"
"I gave my cock a quick rub and looked at him as I passed."
"That all?"
"'Successful shop? he asked. 'Yes, just a few things for Mum.'
"'Do you go to the Boy's School?' he asked.
"'Yes, why?' 'I went there, a long time ago. In the 1950s. Is old Crinkle-guts still there?' 'Yes, was he there in your day?' 'Yes, teaching history.' 'Don Pacifico?' He laughed. 'I remember him teaching me about that now, though I've forgotten what it was all about. Do you enjoy school?' The bag was feeling quite heavy, so I sat down on the bench alongside him. We talked about school for about five minutes. 'In my day there was quite a lot of shagging going on, is there still?' 'With girls?' I asked. 'No, among the boys. I had some good times with some of the lads.' I looked at him with some surprise, adults are not usually open about the sexual exploits of their younger days. 'Does that surprise you?' 'That you should tell me, yes. But it still goes on.' I gave him a broad grin. 'So young man, you're at it, like I was at your age. Do you enjoy it?' 'Of course, wouldn't do it if I didn't.' He put his hand down on his crotch. 'Scuse me, this talk is making me need to make some more space down there.' 'You're not the only one,' I replied. 'I haven't had a good shag for nearly a week now!' 'You still do it?' 'Of course, whenever I can. You're one sexy lad, you know. When you walked past me twenty minutes ago, I thought what a lovely bum you had. I'd love to do some poking around there.' I looked at him, I could see his cock was hard. He grinned. 'I only live round the corner, come back with me for some play.' 'Can't. Need to get this shopping back before Mum sends out a search party. But I'll try to slip out if I can, can't guarantee anything; though I could possibly get out this evening.' 'Fine, I'll hang on here for about ten minutes, and then if you can't come now, come round to my place later. I live at 17 Kelso Gardens.'"
"Did you?"
"Not straight away. Mum was in one of her 'Do this, do that', moods. But about 7.00 I said I needed to pop round to your place. I just hoped you wouldn't turn up or phone. I cycled round to this guy's place. I rang the bell and he opened the door, with a real welcoming look on his face. He got me to bring my bike in and dump it in the hallway. We went into his sitting room. 'I think we'd better introduce ourselves. I'm Godfrey. You?' I had to explain why most people called me Inky. 'Beer?' he asked. 'Better not, parents might smell it on my breath.' I ended up having a glass of squash. Then we sat on the sofa. 'So tell me about school,' he asked. 'What you want to know? Sports or academic results?' 'If you insist, but I would like to hear about the shagging.' 'Well, it goes on.' I said with a grin. 'There's quite a lot of sexual activity among some of the boys. How many I don't know, because we don't tend to share what we get up to. Though I have one special friend, and we tell each other about all the others we have been with.' 'And what do the two of you get up to?' he asked. 'We're able to be alone twice a week at my place. We get our kit off, have a good hug and lots of kisses.' 'And?' he asked. 'Suck each other off sometimes.' 'Anything more?' 'We usually have a good fuck, one way or another.' "You fuck him, and he fucks you, you mean?' 'Exactly.' 'You sound as though you've got it all going for you.' He stretched his arm along the back of the sofa and gently stroked the back of my neck with his fingers. I moved slightly closer."
"I bet you were hard!"
"I was hard as hell, I can tell you, and so was he. He put a hand on my knee and rubbed it. I moved slightly closer. 'Look what you're doing to me,' he said making the mound in his trousers even more obvious. 'That looks a big one.' 'Why don't you discover for yourself?' He undid his belt and the top button of his trousers. I pulled down his zip and opened him up. He wasn't wearing any pants."
"Wow! Was that because he hoped you would come round?"
"I think so. I slipped my hand in and pulled out his cock."
"Was it massive?"
"I think slightly bigger than mine. He then suggested we went upstairs. 'A bed is so much easier to have fun on than a sofa, don't you think?' He led the way upstairs to his bedroom. It was a smallish room, none of the rooms are big in those terraced houses. But what struck me were the pictures. Photos of naked men all over the walls. Some of the men just posing, and others doing things, even twos and threes doing things together. 'Like them?' he asked. 'Yea. You take them?' 'Yes. Mostly friends of mine. I do a lot of photography, of all sorts.' 'Will I end up on your wall?' 'Only with your permission. But now I'd like the fun of undressing you. One of the delights of a first time is undressing someone, and discovering the delights revealed.' He stepped up to me, but before he started undressing me he gave me a soft kiss. One soft kiss led to another, and soon tongues were exploring, and his hands were feeling my back and butt. Then he pulled away and started undressing me. When he had my shirt and vest off, he kissed, and sucked my tits. He's a real expert. Then he undid my trousers and removed them so I was standing there in my pants. My cock was ramrod hard, and there was a large wet patch on them. 'You've got a big cock, Inky, I can see that already, and loads of precum too.' He fondled my cock and balls, and then kneeling in front of me, he slowly lowered my pants. 'Wonderful. A teenager in all his glory. I don't often do that these days.' He kissed and nibbled with his lips, and then licked and finally sucked my cock. 'I shall cum' I said. But he just carried on, and I shot a load into his mouth. He then lifted me up and put me on the bed. We lay together, and he continued to kiss and feel me. I don't think my cock slackened off at all."
"You always were a horny bastard," I said.
"Then he turned me on to my front. He got some Vaseline or something, and with his finger began to prepare me. 'I can feel someone has been up here before,' he said. I was very relaxed, and then he put the grease on his cock, and got over me, and lowered himself on to me, and his cock into me. He was so careful, he slipped in so easily. He lay on top of me, taking some of his weight on his arms, and he said how wonderful it felt. It felt wonderful to me too, Phil. This massive cock was fully inside me, filling me. Then after several minutes he began to move. I could immediately tell he was an expert, he'd done it many times before. I'll do you in the way he did me. I learnt a lot. When he came it was great. I felt his cock jerking inside me, and his spunk pouring out."
"Will you go round to him again?" I asked.
"Yes, of course I will. You're not upset are you?"
"No. Just a little jealous, that's all."
"Phil, you're my special. I wouldn't want anything to come between us. If you want I won't see him again."
"Thanks for saying that. No, you see him as often as you like, as long as we can still have our Tuesdays and Thursdays together."
"I wouldn't want to stop those. I think it may mean that I can learn from Godfrey and it will make what we do even better."
I think that afternoon was the first and only time neither of us shot a load. We talked together, and he told me further details of what he and Godfrey had said and done together. Then we saw the time, and had to get dressed and downstairs, busy doing our homework.
X-x-x
At school a few days later, Inky whispered in my ear that he had been round to see Godfrey again, and had had a wonderful time. When we had the opportunity, he reported more fully.
"He's a great guy. He knows how to get me worked up. He told me a lot about his story and activities. Wow. He is very active, even now. He asked me more about you. Wanted to know what we did, and so on. He then asked if you would come round as well. He said he'd like to see us both in action together."
"Would he want to join in?"
"Possibly, we could all have some fun. What do you think, Phil?"
I thought for a moment. "I'm not sure. What if I don't like the guy, or he doesn't like me? What if you two get going, and I'm the odd one out?"
"He is suggesting he is the odd one out watching the two of us."
"Mmm What if I can't get a hard on with him there watching?"
"Come on, Phil. Nothing lost, nothing won. We can only see what happens. It may be a real opening of a door to some great times for us both. But know this, Phil, you will always be special to me. I like going with other boys, I like going with Godfrey, but it is you I like going with most. Not just for the sex, but also because we are friends, doing other things together and so on."
"Like homework?"
We both laughed.
It was three evenings later when we both turned up at Godfrey's door. He was obviously delighted to see the two of us. I noticed that he was eyeing me carefully, undressing me in his mind! We went into his sitting room, and Inky and I sat on the sofa while Godfrey got us some drinks, and then sat in an easy chair.
"So it is good to see you two love-birds. Inky has told me, Phil, that you are special to each other, but are open to further activities. I would love to watch you two at play, and if it is OK with both of you, allow me to join in."
Inky and I looked at each other, grinned and then nodded.
"I'm getting hard at the thought," said Godfrey.
"Why don't you let Phil find out what you've got, and give it some air?" said Inky.
"OK. Why not?" Godfrey opened his legs, and I got up and knelt in front of him. I undid his belt, and pulled down his zip. My hand slipped in and felt this huge warm hairy cock.
"Wow, it's a monster." I pulled it out into the open. "I think it's even bigger than yours, Inky."
I put it into my mouth and sucked it, to the obvious enjoyment of Godfrey.
"You're both experts. Beautiful cock-suckers, both of you. It feels great in your mouth, and every bit as good up your arse, I bet. You must come round again."
I continued to suck until Godfrey cried out, "But not too much, I don't want to cum just yet. I want to discover what you have hidden away. But shall we do that upstairs, where there's a convenient bed?" He led the way upstairs into the bedroom. I knew what to expect, the walls were covered with photographs of many men, singly, couples, and even a few groups.
"What does one have to do to get framed up on your walls?" I asked.
"Just agree to be photographed, something I'd love to do of you two."
"We'll have to think about that," said Inky.
Godfrey's attention was on me. He was into his undressing mode. Stage by stage, or garment by garment he undressed me. Somewhat to my surprise he began with my shoes and socks. "It is said that these are the least erotic of garments and should be removed first."
When I stood naked in front of him I suggested that I did it to him, which I did. Inky was meanwhile watching our progress. It was the first time I had really seen a mature man's body. Godfrey was about six foot, dark brown hair, and a hairy chest. His cock was about the same size as Inky's, in other words a little bigger than mine, but it was thick, with a big head. We stood hugging and kissing.
"I want you, Phil. I want to fuck you." His hand fondled my buttocks and was now stroking my hole.
"If I can take it. But take care."
Godfrey handed me some lube and I prepared myself while he prepared his cock. "You lower yourself on me for starters. Then you are in control, and can ease off whenever you want." He got onto the bed and lay on his back, his cock sticking up like a submarine periscope. I got astride him, and began to lower myself. To my surprise, he slipped in easily.
"There you are, no problem, young man. All those times with Inky have taught you the need to be relaxed."
"How would you like it now, Godfrey?" I asked.
"On your side. Then my hand can feel and hold your lovely cock, and I'll try to make us shoot at the same time."
We repositioned ourselves, and his cock slid into me easily. It felt very good. I could also feel his hairy chest against my back; he was much more hairy than Inky. Godfrey took his time, while Inky stood watching and obviously enjoying the sight, a large bulge in the front of his trousers.
"Why don't you take those off, before you get a wet patch on them." said Godfrey. "And we can enjoy the sight."
Godfrey did succeed in getting the two of us to cum together, with Inky shooting his load a few minutes later.
Inky and I continued our twice a week sessions at his house, and once a week, usually on a Wednesday, we went round to Godfrey's for our threesome. This arrangement went on for several months. When we suggested we might come round over a weekend Godfrey said no, he was often out over in a weekend especially when the weather got warmer. He did not explain, and we did not ask. They were also the months of our preparation for the final set of public exams at school. I know you readers will find it hard to believe, but we both worked hard. The exams came and went. We waited for the result in several weeks' time, but we were free. My father said he expected me to take it easy for two or three months.
"You have three years of hopefully hard work ahead of you at University. Then you will be working. This is the last time until you retire when you can wake up in the morning and have nothing essential to do."
My last exam was on the Monday, and Inky finished on the Wednesday afternoon, so we went round to Godfrey's that evening. It was a typically good session. When we told him we could now come round more often, if he liked, he said we were always welcome, but to tell him when we were coming. We suggested Friday. "Fine," he said. "Expect you at the usual time."
We arrived at his place about seven o'clock and we had barely sat down with our customary drink and catching-up-with-news chat, when the door bell rang.
"I wonder who on earth that can be!" said Godfrey, getting up to go to the door. "If it is J.Ws. I will get rid of them." He disappeared and we heard the surprised voice of Godfrey, and then the front door closing and two people coming back. The door opened, and a tall handsome man came into the room.
"May I introduced you two boys to my close friend Adrian: Adrian, this is Philip and this is Inky, sort of short for Inigo."
We shook hands. Adrian looked as though he was a few years younger than Godfrey, he had long wavy chestnut colour hair, which was bunched up into a pony tail. He had light brown eyes. I saw him look at Inky first, and then he turned to me. His eyes examined me, I felt as though my clothes had been removed and I was naked before him. He examined me and I felt he did not find me wanting. He gave me the slightest of smiles.
"I have known Adrian for nearly three years. We usually spend the weekend together, it is not often that he pops round midweek. He likes the same things as the two of you."
"So, Godfrey, have you been keeping these two sexy young men to yourself, having your wicked way with them, and not telling me?"
We all laughed.
"So tell me about yourselves. Are you still at school, or working? Do you live nearby?"
We told him about ourselves. I was conscious how he looked at me, smiled at me, far more than to the other two in the room. We must have talked for about half an hour.
"Well, Inky and Phil, what do you say? Shall we let Adrian join in our games, or shall I send him packing?"
Inky and I looked at each other, and what we saw in each other's eyes told us we were agreed. "Yes," was our reply, with some enthusiasm.
Inky led the way upstairs; I followed, and Adrian was next, with Godfrey coming up after he had taken the glasses into the kitchen. As we went up the stairs, I felt Adrian's hand fondle my buttocks. I turned to look at him, he smiled and winked.
"Let's undress this newcomer," said Inky. So we set on him, and in no time we had him stark naked, much to Godfrey's amusement.
"That's not fair! All the rest of you are fully clothed," said Adrian.
But we were not fully clothed for long. We were soon all naked. We quickly formed pairs. Adrian's attention was almost totally on me, and Godfrey and Inky were more than happy to play together. I certainly enjoyed the attention and he was skilful. I know we ended up with him fucking me. He prepared me so carefully, and when his cock was in position it slipped in so easily. It was a wonderful fuck. Godfrey was good, but this Adrian was certainly better. The others had a good time too. It was agreed that we must do it again. As we were leaving, Adrian pressed a slip of paper into my hand and put a finger to his lips.
When I was alone I read it. "I enjoyed my time with you, would like to continue. Don't tell Godfrey, as I think he would find it difficult to think of us seeing each other with out him." Then he gave me his telephone number and address.
The rest of that summer was a wonderful time full of sexual activity, sufficient to get close to satisfying two lusty teenagers. Inky and I continued to see each other on Tuesdays and Thursdays, though now it could be for much longer as it was no longer just an after school assignation. We usually went round to Godfrey's once a week; sometimes Adrian joined us, but I saw Adrian on at least one evening a week. I told Inky that I was seeing Adrian, which was only fair, as Inky was my special friend. Godfrey remained in ignorance of what was going on between Adrian and me. But it was to be all change in the autumn.
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