DISCLAIMER: IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE IN THE COUNTRY YOU ARE LIVING, OR READING THIS STORY, OR OFFENDED BY SEXUAL ACTIVITIES BETWEEN BOYS, OR BOYS AND MEN, DO NOT READ THIS STORY.
THIS IS A PURELY FICTIONAL STORY, EXCEPT FOR A VEY SMALL SECTION.
ALL THE CHARACTERS ARE IMAGINARY AND ANY RESEMBLANCE TO AN ACTUAL PERSON OR CIRCUMSTANCE IS ACCIDENTAL AND COINCIDENTAL.
The events in this story took place recently in England.
Mark and Gary part 4 of 6
What shall we do now, Gary asked?
I have a good idea, I said. We book into a hotel, and we spend the night fucking each other, but no cameras this time. We've got this cash, we can afford it, we just need an excuse not to go back home.
Well, Gary said. It's Easter week. My parents are away. I'm meant to be looking after Fred. They won't be back for five days. My bed is available, my arse is available, my dick is available, and my tongue is available.
I pulled him towards me and kissed him.
Did you mention lips, I asked? I don't think you could possibly look after Fred by yourself. You will need help.
There's just one problem with Fred, Gary said. He really enjoyed that blow-job I had to give him, and he wants me to ask you something.
He really had a shit time, I said. I don't mind doing it, I would like to, but you are my boyfriend now. If we make it very clear that it's the one and only time, would that be OK with you?
Do it for him, Gary said.
I phoned my parents. Can I stay with a friend and help him baby-sit his brother, I asked. They will pay me a bit.
All agreed, I told Gary.
We got to his house. We told Fred I was staying to baby-sit him.
Did you ask him, he asked Gary?
Mark is staying for Easter. He has agreed to do what you asked once and once only, Gary said. But the good news is that we have sorted those bastards out. We shouldn't get any more trouble. Just so that you know, we are boyfriends now, and lovers. We are going to bed now, and having sex, lots of it. We will take you out tonight to a restaurant. You choose, anywhere you want to go. When we get back here, you will get your wish. Make sure you shower.
The real reason I want Mark to do that is because I might have a boyfriend too. I want to learn. He can show me. If Mark is staying, then I want my friend here too. Can I do that?
Who's the friend, Gary asked?
The same one that Dad caught me with. We have been careful ever since. We just do a bit of stuff in the school toilets. Can he come to the restaurant with us? I can phone him.
Yeeess, he said. He can stay too. He will be round in fifteen minutes.
Fred wanted Chinese. Look, he said, if we go out, we waste time. I want to get naked with Simon, that's my friend, and do stuff. We both do.
You win, Gary said. It's a takeaway, but you two have to do all the clearing up. I've got some strong cider hidden in their garage. We can drink that too.
Simon arrived. After a quiet ten minutes, Fred got him to talk. They hadn't done anything other than a quick fiddle in the toilets. He wanted to try a blow-job. Fred told him about the incident with the four bullies, in graphic detail.
The meal arrived. We soon ate that, and the cider was going fast too.
Now you have to honour your agreement, Fred told me.
Look, Fred, those guys gave you a really bad time, Gary said. So we thought we owed you something. You saw us both sucking and fucking each other too. Here's the deal. I'll teach Simon, Gary will teach you. We can do it in our bedroom. First, Simon has to agree, and then we all get naked.
Fred looked at Simon. He nodded.
Let's get naked right here, Fred said. I want to watch, so first, Simon takes off all Gary's clothes, and then you take off his. Then Mark and me do the same. Then Gary does Simon first, and then Mark does me. We want to learn.
Gary soon had Simon naked. He was a bit shy, but probably the cider soon had him in the mood. His dick was pretty big, I thought. Fred couldn't hold back. We ripped off each other's clothes, and I got to work on him. I didn't go straight for his dick. We kissed, open your mouth a bit, I said, then gradually moved from his tits to his bollocks. Simon was watching the action too. Then I gave his cock the slow treatment, the licking treatment, just the knob treatment. Stop, he said. I want Simon to have this lot.
We both swapped over, and got to the sixty nine position. After that, Gary and I made love on the carpet. Watch and learn, we told them.
What happened there, Gary asked?
I think that cider had a lot to do with that, I said.
Fred said he would take the mattress out of their bedroom, and they would sleep in the lounge.
We went upstairs to help.
We can do it, Fred said.
Too late Gary said, we've found you out.
Under his mattress were some gay magazines, a CD, a tin of Vaseline, and a bottle of baby oil.
What have you two got planned, Gary asked? I saw you fingering each other's arses just now. Are you sure your dick is big enough Fred. Simon's is at least an inch bigger.
Fuck off, Fred said, he's older, and I'm catching up. We are going to try it tonight. Simon is staying tomorrow too. We won't be getting dressed, live with it.
We won't either, Gary said, but don't forget these nosey neighbours. Keep the curtains pulled.
The next few days were just like a honeymoon for all of us. We lived on cereals and takeaways, and sex.
Fred and Simon just could not stop laughing. We were all so happy.
We spent the last afternoon, with clothes, cleaning up all the evidence.
Simon and I had to leave.
I don't know when or how we can do that again, I told Gary, but we have to. I can't wait.
Me too, Simon said.
When the parents got back, they told them they had been bored, and had nothing to do.
Gary and I decided we would buy Pat a present.
We went round to his house the next evening, and gave it to him.
You kids are so funny, he said. Thank you so much.
We had bought him a really nice wristwatch. The jeweller had recognised us, and gave us a massive discount. On the back, we had it engraved. `Price £1100 thank you G&M.'
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