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I therefore found myself working alongside Captain as we cleared the canal side bank of weeds and small trees and bushes. I quite liked working with him; he was in his fifties and had come out of the army, with his wife, with the intention of running his own pub. He had not reached the rank of Captain but it was what he was known by and he preferred it the being ‘King’ Cole. Once he had shown me what to do, working alongside me in his sloppy ‘cellar gear’ as he called it, I was able to work on my own. As the pub got busy in the lunchtime I would find myself bringing in the glasses from the garden and its new extension that I was gradually creating.

I also found myself having to work more and more on my own as Captain had to work in the bar. As I was sixteen I could not help him out there but I could collect the growing number of glasses and get them into the bar. When he had the new glass washing machine installed in a side room to the bar I was also able to extend my work to washing and stacking the glasses, especially at buy weekend periods. Whilst the money was not great I did get a meal and soft drinks and his wife Maggie understood a growing boys food needs, especially after a hard session with the lawnmower with attitude. God that bloody machine drove me mad.

I had been working there for a month when I turned seventeen and as I had some money I decided to invite my family to the pub for a birthday meal and it would be my treat. Maggie thought it a great idea and I was not supposed to know about the birthday cake that she was baking me.

Anyway on that Thursday night, I turned up in a shirt and tie with Mum, Dad, my brothers Ron and Mike and my Aunt Maureen who was living with us temporarily after being widowed. We had a great meal and Captain presented us with a bottle of champagne to start with. It was great; I had never had champagne before it was just like coke with a bite. Course Ron and Mike being twelve and nine pretended to be pissed and in the end Dad had to speak sharp to them.

The surprise cake was a real surprise, it was the shape of a lawnmower and it was sweet revenge to eat it. The other big surprise was that all the family and friends had contributed to give me one present, driving lessons. Passing my test was one of my teenage ambitions.

“At last you will be able to drive the lawnmower properly,” said Captain solemnly and it raised a big laugh.
I had a bigger shock when I came to pay the bill Captain and Maggie refused to accept any money, it was a small reward for the low pay I earned they said and to top it all they told me that when the stableblock was ready for opening, my summer part-time job would be turned into a part-time waiting job. So I was guaranteed steady money, through the winter, if I wanted it, and did I.

I also found out that the driving lessons were actually a weeklong course and even better there was a test at the end. It was a very proud father who was chauffeured home that afternoon. My mates at school were really envious and I loved showing people my full driving license.

I soon settled down into my new job and got on with all the other part-timers. The boys who worked there Iain and Davey were great and we sometimes went out together, when we were not working, especially if Dad lent me the car, as I did not drink, (Yeah OK well I did but never when I drove) it meant they could have a drink and not worry about driving. We all lived close or near to the village so it was never a long journey away.

Off course all the staff were invited to the Staff Christmas Party which would carry on from the pub closing time on Christmas Eve. I was not sure about this as Mum and Dad did the Father Christmas thing that night and I felt sure they would object, especially as it would mean a late night, more like an early morning. I was so pleased, over the moon in fact, when they said ‘yes’, alright initially mum said no, but dad talked her round, ‘He’s growing up,” he told her, ‘we have to let him go sometime; at least we know he’s in a controlled environment,’ and he spoke to Captain about it. When I became taxi driver for the staff that night I was so chuffed, I did not see the non-drinking tag, which made mum feel better about letting me attend. So that night, sorry morning; as those who lived furthest away cleaned up, I drove everyone else home until all I had left were Iain and three regulars who had also been invited to stay.

The oldest guy, Mr Gray, one of the evening regulars who was divorced and lived on his own, got into the front with me; Iain, the barman, Sean and Gazza, also young regulars, getting in the back. Mr Gray was quite merry but nice and even gave me a fiver when he got out of the car. Gazza now got out of the back and got in the front and I quickly dropped him off. To my surprise Sean now got in bedside me.

“Sorry mate,” he said, “but I can’t sit in the back with him anymore,” and he pointed to Iain who had disappeared down along the back seat. “He’s well pissed and I would be careful driving him cos he might chuck.”

This worried me, the car was Dad’s pride and joy and having someone throw up in the back across the velour seats would an absolute disaster and I would certainly use the loss of the car for, a week or even a month.

“He’s in a funny mood, as well,” Sean said, “’e keeps stroking my knee and slobbering over it, then he kisses it and believe it or not moves up me leg to kiss me between the legs. Well I can’t ‘ave that,” he giggled, “people might think we had something going on,” and he laughed. “Besides,” added Sean, “I wanted to make sure he did nothing to my new coat. I got it as a Christmas present for myself.”

I duly admired the new coat, which was long and black and suited him very well. He smoothed it down and unbuttoned to sit in the car it opened up to reveal the bulge between his legs. I kept looking at that bulge and wishing I could see what lay inside it. For years I had kept quiet about the fact that I liked looking at men’s and boys bulges. It had taken me along time to understand that other males did not always share my views and I was almost certain that I was gay. I knew when wanked that it was men I thought about, cocks in particular, big cocks spurting their cum all over me. I had up till now never ever done anything about nor found myself in any position to do so.

I had served Sean, his Friday night burger and chips many a time and I always felt giggly about him. He was tall, dark haired and to me had the sexiest smile. In my fantasies it had been more than burger and chips I had served him and sitting there in the dark in the car with him, the start of one of my particular fantasies gave me a huge boner, one I had to adjust to drive safely with.

Sean lived on a farm; his parents were farmworkers and had a tied cottage up a cart track. When I had done the local paper round I had often delivered up there to the four cottages which had been built opposite each other. As I turned into the track Iain groaned and I started driving slower over the bumpy road. All too soon we were at Sean’s cottage.

In my fantasy this is where he looked deep into my eyes, kissed me with a hot sucking lips and let me massage his huge magnificent sausage, spraying me with his voluminous ballsful of mancream, marking me as his bitch. What he did not do was the open the car door and slightly drunk all but fall out.
Quickly I rushed t help him up and managed to brush against his bulge in doing so. Did I feel a tremor, a response? He looked at me; I saw the fathomless depths of his dark eyes as I held him close. He leaned forward; I could smell his slightly alcoholic breath, closer he came. With throbbing cock I waited for that angels s brief kiss before we got down to some deep tongue action.

“Cheers mate,” he slurred, Merry Christmas, an fanks for the lift,” and swaying my reality and not my fantasy, stumbled of to his home. Open-mouthed, waiting, I stood there as loves young dream became a hand wave.

Now back down to earth I got into the car and drove off. That was when Iain’s groan stopped me.
“Shit,” I repeated and undoing the seatbelt turned around to check on Iain, what Sean had said about him being in a funny mood was probably true. Iain’s girlfriend’s family had recently moved house and she now lived sixty miles away and they were trying to carry on the relationship but were having trouble coping with the distance problems. It was made especially difficult as Iain did not have any transport and although at eighteen was just about a year older than I was he had not yet passed his test.

On a recent night out he had drunk more than was usual and as I was driving him home he confided that they had recently ‘done it’ and he was no longer a virgin. Worst of all they had only done it twice so far and then she had moved. When he had gone over to visit her as the house was not yet finished they could not be alone anywhere so all they had done was snog and he had ‘copped a feel’. She hadn’t been able to suck his cock, something else she had done for him and he had gone home with a full set of aching balls. At this point he grabbed himself between the legs and in the light from the pavement light I could see a dark shadow between his legs. “I miss her so much,” he sobbed clutching the bulge in his palm.

Worried I had helped him inside his house and luckily enough his sister Lindsey was in the front room with her boyfriend. Quickly I told her what he was like and what he had been doing. To my surprise she laughed, “Oh that, he’s being doing that about her even when he’s sober. You’d think no one else in the world had sex before,” but she had helped me to get him in the front room.

Mark her boyfriend was just doing up his trousers when we got in and I knew they had been doing something before we arrived. Iain was dumped on the sofa and Lindsey went and made some coffee for us all. By the time she came back Iain was sat back on the sofa and looked like he was fast asleep. I wondered how she was going to get him to drink coffee and get him to bed and said so.

“Oh that’s easy,” she replied watch and putting the coffee mug in his hand she said loudly in his ear, “Iain drink your coffee.”
To my and Mark’s surprise Iain’s eyes opened and he picked the mug up and drank it all.
“Mum say’s he’s just like dad when he gets pissed, goes out for the count but give him an instruction and he does exactly what’s he’s told to do,” Lindsey explained.
“How about getting him to bed?” asked Mark and could see really that he wanted to be alone with Lindsey.
“S’easy,” giggled Lindsey, “watch this,” and again she commanded in his ear, “Iain get undressed for bed,” and we sat back to watch.

Iain shook his head as he opened his eyes and put the empty coffee mug down, then he took of his coat folding it neatly beside him and likewise off came his clothes down to his off gold yellow slip that was his underwear. I had no idea he wore those sort of briefs and I must admit it was full if not overfull. I watched as his hands moved down to take them off and Lindsey stopped him.

“Stop now Iain," she instructed and turned to us adding, “I don’t want to see that smelly knob of his.”
It was a shame but I knew she was right, I also felt that Mark wanted to see it as well just to measure out the opposition.
“Oh go on Lynd,” he giggled, “go on tell ‘im to ‘ave a wank,” and he gave me a conspirational look.
“I’m doing no such thing,” she said indignantly and the next thing both of us were out of the house and through the closed door we hear the instruction, “Iain go upstairs to bed.”
“Sod it,” said Mark, “I was sure I was going to get some tonight. I was doing alright until you lot came in.” and he got into his car and left. I drove home slowly giving Iain different instructions as I engineered a new fantasy.

In the back of the car I could see by the interior light I had switched on that Iain had not been sick at all he was just stroking the car seat and calling out “Lisa, Lisa, Lisa.” I knew that was his girlfriends name. Iain was slumped against the rear passenger door so when I turned around I could see straight down into his crotch. I looked at him between the legs and then up at his sleeping face. Again I could see that bulging slip, could I, dare I have a look myself.

Carefully I reached out and touched the soft bundle of his groin. It felt squishy and lumpy but he did not stir. I edged my hand up to his zip and undid it, a golden glow came through the opening cloth and I pulled his flies aside to reveal a deep yellow gold coloured slip. Like the previous time it was generously filled. This close I could smell a musky aroma that filled my brain and enhanced my senses.

I edged my hand in slowly to touch the undulating lump in font of me. As I made contact it felt warm and I traced the line of Iain’s dormant cock as it lay sleeping in its lair. I tried to get in further but the car seat got in the way, I had to try another position. I ended up knelt on the drivers’ seat, my bum sorta sitting in the steering wheel and I leaned over the seat. I was much more closer and could even undo the top of jeans to expose him more fully, His male aroma wafted up even more strongly and now I pulled at his shirt to uncover his stomach and chest.

Stretched out now before me was his hairless, muscled torso. I could see his stomach contacting as he breathed, the muscles rippling. I had to get closer and edged down between the seats, my knees complaining at the strain. I placed the flat of my palm on his stomach and felt an electric charge course through me. His flesh was warm and soft and I could feel the strength of his muscles underneath. Downwards or rather along I smoothed my hand towards my goal, the glowing golden triangle that pulsed ever so slightly.

I bent even further down through the gap between the seats my face almost in contact with the breathing skin and bent it towards his groin. Slowly I eased the waistband up and up, pulling carefully and then there it was, like some sleeping dragon his cock tip came into view. For a long second I gazed at the wrinkled tip of his foreskin, lying on the dark curls of his pubic hair. His aroma was more intense now and again it promised me more. I licked my lips and stuck out my tongue, the only thing I could now possibly reach him with. Mt position in the car was ridiculous, if he woke up then I would be done for. My muscles ached under the strain as I reached my tongue forward, just a touch, that’s all I wanted, a little taste. Contact, the tip of my tongue touched his puckered wrinkling skin. It was warm and alive and it was growing, growing, growing, in seconds I found myself looking at a huge enormous, wonderful thick tube of breathing flesh. I held my breath amazed at the reaction to my little tongue touch.

“Lisa,” Iain moaned. Carefully I turned my head reluctantly away. Iain lay still as before, his lips moved again, “Lisa,” he moaned and I saw his eyes twitch. It came to ma as a bolt out of the blue. Lisa had sucked his cock hadn’t she and he had hoped she would do it again, did he think that that was what was happening now. The image of myself with that gigantic cock in my mouth came into my mind. I could not do that and yet I was drawn back to the waiting tube, that pulsed enticingly. I tried to move in closer but my hand that held his slip open was hurting with the strain, the angle was too intense. My other hand cramped under me was also giving out signs of discomfort and my neck ached from the strain as well. So close, so close I found myself forced to get back to a more comfortable and sensible stance. Again I surveyed my prize, what could I do now?

Lindsay’s words came to me, the memory of Iain drinking coffee at request, stripping, stripping I thought excitedly. It was definitely worth a try.
“Iain,” I barked loudly and caused goosebumps to crawl all over my skin as the noise broke the absolute silence. Iain’s eyelids fluttered and his unfocused eyes looked blankly at me.

“Iain,” I repeated, “sit up,” he did so. “Get out of the car,” I commanded and watched in wonder as he opened the door and stood outside. Quickly I sat down and pulled my seat back as far as it would go and then did the same for the passenger seat. I opened the door and told him to get inside. He sat there his flies still open and the tip of his cock caught in the band of his slip. Emboldened by his reaction I began to take of his clothes. His shirt was easy and after I slid it from his arms I threw it into the back. His trousers were not so easy and I struggled before mentally hitting myself on the head. Lyndsey had just asked him to undress.

“Iain,” I told him, “take off you clothes,” and as before I watched as he removed his shoes and socks and his trousers. His hands went to his shirt and after patting his skin moved down to his slip and I said, “Stop,” I wanted to do that. I slipped my sweat damp hands inside the waistband of his well filled golden slip and eased it down over his package. I now discovered that as Iain was sitting down I could not get the slip down very far, so I ended up snapping the slip against his skin and just managed to miss his balls. Actually the sound of the snapping elastic against bare skin was rather erotic and I felt my cock twitch, and pulse and sensed the sticky state I was now in, inside my own briefs. The sight of his naked chest had been bad enough but now that fact he was almost naked had caused my own six incher to expand greatly.

I looked at my problem and hit on the solution, quickly I wound the back of the seat down and as Iain fell back against the seat I eased his slip off him completely, He was now totally naked. He looked wonderful and smelt delicious. He lay back in the seat with a vacant look in his eyes. I gazed at his package with undisguised lust.

His five-inch semi hard cock lay slightly away from me towards the passenger door and I could see the dark red of his hairy balls. Slowly I caressed his thigh working my hand slowly along the muscled skin until I slipped my hand between his legs and cuddled the scratchy ball sac. I moved towards him and whispered softly, “Open you legs.” Iain lay immobile and I had to repeat the order in a louder voice. At this his legs opened and I could now feel the warmth of his seed centre. I had never felt so aroused or elated and I slid my face down his so smooth chest so that I was close, so close to the object of me desire his gently trembling cock.

Delicately I moved the wondrous organ so this it pointed up his belly. Even flaccid it poked over the top of his pubic area, gently I moved down to smell his man-meat and breathed a hot sigh across the puckered tip. I closed my eyes and then found my head forced back by a hot, soft object that pushed against my lips. I opened my eyes to feast on the rapidly expanding huge tube that began to thrust against my drooling lips. My breath had awakened the monster. And what a monster, it must have grown three more inches longer and was now filling out, the puckered tip had stretched to a smile and between I could see the pink tongue of his cockhead.

I sat up amazed at the length and girth of his dick and unable to stop myself reached out to touch it. It felt, it felt silky soft but hard and as I gentled the foreskin back slightly I heard a moan. Quickly I looked at Iain’s face but he still had the puzzled vacant look on it as before. Again I stroked the foreskin as before, the cock pulsed and again I gave a low moan. It was myself that was making the sound. This was all too much, and as I continued my unfettered access to his monster I wondered ‘How far could I go?’

As his cock grew harder and even more longer, it was now about eight inches long and the cockhead was almost completely out of the foreskin, Iain slumped back against the car seat and I could see his breathing pattern had changed. His nipples had also peaked and I rubbed my face against his so soft, so silky chest and licked the nipple tip near me. As I did do his cock strained in my hands and a dribble of clear liquid appeared from his piss slit. It began to slide down his glowing glans and I fingered it around his rounded tip. His cock hardened even more and I began to beat the shaft, the tip growing wetter and wetter with each stroke, each long caress of the pulsing tube. As I would wank myself I began to increase the speed of my hand thrusts, occasionally palming his sticky tip and squeezing around the rounded rim. Iain growled deeply whenever I did this and this spurred me on.

He was now straining more and more and I kept looking from his glimmering cock to his face looking for any warning signs that he would wake up and stop me. Faster I went and faster, my eager hand a blur and then I slowed. ‘Sod it,’ I thought, ‘I don’t want this to end, when would I ever get the chance to do this again.’ So I eased back to enjoy what I was doing, what I was experiencing. The feel of another boy’s cock in my hand, the smell of an erect cock responding to my caresses, the sight of his throbbing purple headed cockhead smiling at me, through its silken covering of pre-cum. I drank in the sensation of his breathing body; my face pressed against his chest and felt the racing pulse and the thrusting of his cock against my hand.

As I lay against him Iain grunted, shook and his cock erupted. ‘No,’ I screamed silently, as the silver strands jetted forth, ‘not just yet,’ but nothing could hold back that climax and I found my hand was coated with his pearly white emissions. Dimly my brain registered the snowstorm I had witnessed inside the car. Iain let out a ragged breath and I tensed, listening to his beating heart as it slowed to a more normal tempo. I looked up at him, his eyes were closed but his face looked serene, it seems I was safe.

I looked at the mess in his groin; he had thrown out a load that was in relation to his cock and ball size. I looked at the sticky pool and stirred it with my wet sperm covered fingers. I played with the goey stuff, trailing it up his belly and dabbled spots of it on his nipples. My own cock lurched at this, reminding me of its own need and, and, yes I did. I opened my flies and freed it from its prison. In milliseconds leaning over him I rubbed my cockhead into his sticky, slimy pool of seed and ejaculated mine into it. I could not help myself, it just happened and we lay there, our cocks touching, our combined cum’s congealing.

Iain’s breathing had returned to normal and mine had also eased. I lay back in my own seat and considered my next step. I should get him home. It was very late and my parents would be expecting me. Reluctantly I sat up intending to begin cleaning him up but as I moved towards him my cock once again touched his skin, his thigh and I felt the sensation of male skin sending messages though my nerve endings. Again I looked at him, at peace in his world and then down at his to me perfect body and I knew what I had to, must do, yearned to do. I stripped, I needed to feel him next to me and once naked myself I eased myself over him, rubbing my skin, my own silken teenage velvet against that of his. Closer and closer I felt him as I lay there and as we melded against each other I found my breathing and pulse rhythms matched his and we existed as one. I was now face to face, chest to chest, cock to cock with him and could feel the cooling pool of spunk and thrust myself into the pool, forcing our liquids up our bodies.

So close to his face I felt his breath on my cheeks and gingerly I pressed my lips against his, slightly open mouth. I was kissing a boy’s mouth; I was licking a boy’s lips. The feeling, the sensations trembled my cock back in to action and my baser instincts took over and I slipped my drooling tongue between his half-open lips. The warmth of the inside of his mouth felt sensual and I licked gently his tongue.

Iain grunted and I felt a movement, a thickening under my balls. I felt a slight pressure on my own lips. I kissed him harder; this was beyond my fantasy. I felt him respond and as he kissed back, his cock grew longer, hotter out between my legs so that it pressed against my bum. I swear I felt my puckered hole kiss his pole as it grew and slid past and I rubbed my crack along the hardening shaft. He moaned softly and whispered, “Lisa.”
I froze.

I tried to move back, to lift my head away, this is not what I wanted, but he followed me up and then his hand came across me to pull my lips back against his. I did not want this, I was not his Lisa, I was his Tony. I tried to pull away again but all that happened was that his slick wet cock now slipped from between my legs to lie between our bodies and as this happened Iain pulled me back on his hot lips, kissing me hard and kneading with his free hand my chest, my nipple, he twisted it gently between his flattened fingers. I struggled, ‘this was, this was, Oh my God’ as he kneaded my chest again, ‘this was sooo nice.’
“Sod it,” I murmured gently and as Iain’s new Lisa I kissed him back and brought my hand down to squeeze his cock against mine as we thrust against each other, vying to fuck each other through our slippery, pre-cum covered bellies. I kissed his nipples that I had found so enticing, nibbling them both with my lip-covered teeth, licking his sex sweat covered chest. His cock throbbed good and hard, leaking wave after wave of goo and as this coated my hand making me sexily slippery I moved back to my seat to once again begin my conquest of his man mountain.

I was determined to be close when it happened and I knew it was going to happen so I positioned myself with my head above his belly; a clear view of his man faucet and the spitting eye of his sluttish leaking slit. It was so huge and vibrant and seemed to grow bigger before my eyes. A fantasy real prick, ‘even my fairy godmother could not improve on this,’ I thought as his wetly glinting tip breathed before me. “Suck Lisa, suck, suck,” Iain moaned.

‘Bollocks,’ I exclaimed mentally, ‘his cock was not getting bigger, I was getting nearer,’ Iain had been caressing my head nearer and nearer to his love muscle. She’d sucked it for him once, not all the way but she had sucked it. I eyed his glinting leaking eye and bent forward, ’what’s sauce for the goose was definitely sauce for this gander,’ I thought and lust enflamed I licked it and as he thrust back and high at the touch of my tongue, took his fuck of a cock into my mouth.
I did not know what to expect, although it had been a fantasy, a mental picture as I had wanked I had no experience of either being sucked or sucking so I was unprepared for how good it felt to have a leaking, throbbing, thrusting cock in my mouth. Oh the taste, the heat, the liquid that mingled with my saliva, ‘it actually tasted sweet.’ I had read this in magazine’s and books but did not believe it; but it was true; his pre-cum tasted sweet and I licked it all the more, sucking as much of the shaft into my mouth, slurping on his completely exposed bell-end, rubbing the edge of my tongue across his slit. I could feel my own cock, responding with each suck as it identified with the one in my mouth and it knocked its own beat against my stomach.

Iain caressed my head, moaning gently and thrusting up as I tongued him, sucking him deep and then pushing him out to rub my lips over his rim and then slurping him back. I gave not thought to consequences of my actions as I brought him higher and higher and I took him deeper and deeper, loving the sensation as he tickled my upper palate and the back of my teeth. He began to thrust faster and faster, gurgling away in my mouth as I frigged his foreskin back and forth. ‘I hope he’s enjoying this as much as I am,’ I thought and the he gasped, grabbed my neck and spurted his load into my mouth.

Shocked I began to choke as his spitting spunk out did my ability to swallow. I was held in a vice like grip that only began to slacken as his climax subsided. I could not believe that he had not warned me. ‘Warned me’ I repeated to myself, ‘for year’s I had been waiting for this moment and here I was complaining.’ In a trice I had sucked in a huge breath and went back down grazing voraciously on the meal before me. I swallowed all his spunk, all his pre-cum all his and my spunk from the first outpouring and lastly I held his cock in between my teeth and sucked it, ever inch of it, agonisingly slowly through the just biting edges.
“Oh Fuck, Oh fuck, ohhh fuck, ohhhh ffffffUCK,” cried Iain, pounding his hands against my steadfast back as with a thrusting jolt he delivered a slime load more of his precious seed into my waiting savouring mouth. God knows where that action came from, it must have been instinct but it bloody worked and I had a real taste of his just blown gunk. I swear it tasted of his favourite drink, Jack Daniel’s and coke and I slobbered it down with relish.

Iain had now collapsed back against the car seat, dead again. ‘Not fair,’ I decided and slipped back on him, my aching balls full six inches wanting out. I kissed him, I rubbed against him I stuck my tongue inside his mouth all to no avail. My cock began to complain and I resolved to come all over him. I began rubbing it up and down up and down. Leaving a slimy snails trail as I did so. Faster and faster I went, longer and longer were my thrusts until I found I was rubbing the very tip of my, now leaking, pre-cum spitting cock across his dead lips.

Bent over I watched as I did this, the feeling of his soft now wet slips was enticing, I moved my prick back and forth, pushing harder, slipping the lips apart, rubbing up against the slightly parted teeth. As I watched, the thought, the very base and messy thought, the most enthrallingly sexy thought came into my juvenile depraved mind. I positioned my cock on his lips. Leaking lusciously over them.

“Iain,” I spoke sharply, “Suck,”
Iain’s eyes opened vacantly and his lips opened, my cock sank inside the velvet soft, darknight hot, wetness and began to suckle my six-inch. At that time I had no idea if he was any good, all I knew was that my cock, my cock, MY COCK was finally inside someone’s mouth and it felt messily, slurpingly nice. I let the automatic machine beneath me set the rhythm and as I grew experienced helped him on my way by thrusting gently at the appropriate time. What a strange sight we must have looked as I gently fucked his suckling lips to orgasm. I could feel it rise in me, I could sense as my seed was drawn up and along and then finally down, down…, down. I sank inside him deeper when I flooded his mouth and I think it was that more than my spunking that caused him to cough. Even today I just love it when my cocksucker coughs, it’s a sexy fetish thing I know, but it always relives the first time.

As his coughing teeth grated against my sensitive tip, I removed it quickly and once he had caught his breath, kissed him lovingly. I don’t know if I tasted myself on him, but he did feel nice and he did taste nice and he was a bit more tart, more spicy. I held him for an aeon my Iain and then I had to let him go. I had to get him home and myself home.

Quickly I dressed and left him nude. I could probably get him inside his house in seconds and at that hour of the morning, it was now half three in the morning I felt it was possible no one could be around. Arriving outside his house I unclipped his house keys from his trousers and leaning past that lovely sexy aroma that came from his cock I slipped on his shoes. I opened the car door on his side and picked up his clothes. Leaning in now from the outside I told him to, “Get out of the car Iain,” Docilely he did as he was asked and I just about covered him with his coat.

Opening the door I was just about to push him inside when Lyndsey came out of the front room door, if anything she was wearing less than her brother was.
“Oh its you.” she said, pulling the shirt, ‘shirt, daft bugger,’ I thought, ‘it’ll be Mark’s.
“I’ve got Iain outside,” I said, “he’s had to much to drink but he’ll do as he’s told,” wondering if she’d notice his lack of clothing.
“Okay,” she muttered and then Mark complained from the front room.
“Hey Lynd, are you coming back or what?”
Lyndsey looked at me and than back through the open door, “Be a sweetie,” she whispered, “and put him to bed. It’s the one on the left upstairs,” and she closed the door.

I needed no extra information. I pulled Iain in alongside me and pushed him up the stairs. I needn’t have worried Iain went straight to his bedroom. It turned out to face the street and the lamplight from the open curtains made it easy to see inside. I slung Iain’s clothes on a pile of a chair and pushed him towards the bed. Pulling back the duvet I sat him down and slipped of his coat and then his shoes. I laid him back on the bed and covered him up. Stupidly I just had to kiss him goodbye, whilst it was nice I just made me want to kiss his cock goodbye.

Lovingly I eased the duvet cover back up and kneeling down bent over to kiss him. Again the intense perfume of his sexed muscle made me dizzy and when I kissed him and yes licked him and sucked him; I did not expect the rocket launcher to fire again. In milliseconds my mouth was once again impaled on his thrusting tube and my automatic sucking machine took over.

This time I was prepared. I had full access with both hands and no confining car. I could stroke and play with his balls, I could jerk and squeeze his tube I could swallow his pre-cum and I revelled in every fifteen minutes that it took. He grunted when I rimmed his edge with my teeth, he drew his breath in sharply when I sucked him hard and squeezed his cocktip with my mouth muscles, depressing the leaking tip against my palate with my ravishing tongue. All those books and stories I had read had been a good learning experience and I practised on his learning curve. His cock was pulsing, leaking into my hot eager mouth. I actually felt his balls ready the shot and when the “Oh Fuck, oh fuck, ohhh ffffuck,” routine started I dampened the sound with a sock in his mouth; and I was so ready when he let rip in my mouth. As he shot his bolts of white I slurped his cock deep swallowing, swallowing, swallowing as he drowned my throat with his milky man juice. Again he went rigid and then with a final press against my head of his hand and once more he was out for the count.

The trouble was I was once again alive. I looked at him, at his slumpen body, the diminishing cock and fucked it. In a trice I was naked and lying on top of him. I pulled his deadlegged arms around me and fucked my now five incher against him, slickening his sweaty belly with my juice. I reckon it was all of five minutes but it was five minutes of heaven as I rubbed myself over the edge and spat a last load of love juice between us. As my seed cooled between us I slicked away from him and left him marked with my cum.

Downstairs I met Mark as I left, both of us looked at each other with after sex looks imprinted on our faces, but we were each to far gone to notice. On cloud eleven I drove home and tumbled into bed, totally drained in more than one way.

It was my ever-loving brothers who excitedly woke me up doing the Christmas Day Kids thing. We gathered the stockings together and bonded as we opened the daftest of presents. Then as we sat on the floor of my room, swapping things, this was always the best bit (and I was really annoyed to find that Mum and Dad deliberately gave us stuff meant for each other when I was older) our parents came in, Dad carrying a box.

“What’s that?” asked Ron eyeing up this extra possible treat with interest.
“Its Tony’s,” smiled dad; “Captain left it with me on Sunday. Is his Christmas Box from the pub.”
I began to laugh out loud and initially puzzled my family laughed with me. If only they knew I’d already had my Christmas Box from the pub, in fact I’d had it three times.

PS You art not going to believe this but on Boxing Day I found I was working the evening shift with Iain, well it was Bank Holiday so the pay was good. I was also glass collecting in the bar and after a while every time I went near Iain he acted odd. At one time I was bent over the glass machine when he was right behind me and the next thing he was rubbing, what seemed a thick cock, up against my bum.

“Iain,” I hissed, “what are you doing?” and gave him an odd look, ‘what if someone had seen him do that,’ luckily we were on our own.
“Oh sorry,” he said puzzled, I mean I knew he was not the brightest of individuals, he was always falling for the stupidest of pranks, and then he said, “its just,” and he looked a bit embarrassed, “its just when ever I get close to you I get a hard-on and I just had to touch you with it,” and we both looked at the lump tenting his trousers.

“Leave it until I take you home in the car,” I told him.
“Okay,” he smiled and got on with his work.
“Are you still drunk?” I asked him as we sat in the car, his cock forming a growing barrier between us, I was also worried in case he remembered what I had done.
“Nope,” he said, “after Christmas Eve I had a huge hangover so mum wouldn’t let me have any more especially as I was working today, so I must be sober.”
We looked at the growing problem.
“Perhaps I should look at it?” I offered hoping.
“Oh No,” he began to say and then as his cock lurched higher added, “well perhaps it won’t hurt.”

His zip was down before he had finished and I undid the rest of his trousers; he had not been able to change back into his jeans and blamed me. His cock had burst past his black slip and its slimy tip seemed to track my hand as I held it over him.

“Should I touch it?” I said and whilst he shook his head his cock almost leaped towards me.
I stroked it carefully, God it felt so good to have it back in my hands. Iain sighed and as I worked on; lay back and closed his eyes. I wanked him gently and the slipped him into my mouth.

“What the….” Iain spluttered.
I looked up at his awed face, “Isn’t that what you want?” I told him.
“OHH Shit,” he whispered.

All to soon the, “Oh fuck, ohh fuck, ohh ffffuck,” moaning began and I slurped him down. He lay back in the seat drooling. I did not zip him up, I reckoned and I was right, when we go to his house I just kissed it and he hurried me up to his bedroom for a repeat.

PPS this is a very Happy New Year. I’ve just come from Iain’s house, we went straight to his bedroom after working the New Years Eve session at the pub, he’d been at the Jack Daniel’s again and, and after the usual sucking session I FUCKED HIM.

PPPS Lisa has dumped him and to make him feel better I let him fuck me.

PPPS He now moans ‘Oh Tony’ and every time we work together it’s a fuck session. Thank you Santa Clause.