Steve by DG Cousins

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STEVE

It all began many, many years ago, 1964, I was fourteen, still not sure which way I was going. My parents had saved for me to go on a school organised cruise, it was the good ship MV Nevasa of the British India Line but I digress, there were over fifteen hundred kids on this boat, boys and girls aged between fourteen and sixteen, We were spilt into "houses for the duration, each house was forty kids, 20 of each. We were allocated dorms consisting of twenty triple hight bunks in pairs.

Being the tallest in our house I was able to grab one of the top bunks, the kid who took the adjoining bunk was a guy from a neighbouring school, let's call him Steve. I knew Steve to talk to as we had met before during joint school activities. He's a nice guy, genuine, a little shy and like me, tall and lanky, we got on pretty well as mates.

We left Southampton en route for Gibraltar, Malta, Greece and Venice from where we were to fly back to Heathrow, we were scheduled to be away for fourteen days but the weather would see that deadline put back by two days as we sat at anchor outside Venice in thick fog with the ships fog horn being sounded every 90 seconds.

Again I digress, the first night was hell, so many of the other kids were being sick and crying because they were homesick, Steve and I just lay chatting about anything that came to mind, as the night went on everything settled down and we all drifted off to sleep.

We were "woken" by our Housemaster long after most of us had stirred, all those teenage hormones creating all those morning woods, nearly all of us were secretly at it under the covers. I sleep on my right so was facing Steve when I opened my eyes, I could see movement under his sheet, he suddenly stopped as he saw me open my eyes, he smiled and whispered can't help it, looking a bit guilty. I just smiled, don't worry mate I'm just as hard and laid on my back and tented my sheet. I was as I was later to discover, very well endowed "downstairs", Steve looked over and whispered wow, that was all, he returned to matters in hand, shortly after he let out a sigh and shuddered, his eyes were closed and he looked to be in agony.

You all right mate I whispered, he looked over and replied "yeh, just cum, never had it that intense before, he smiled, "you cuming yet" he whispered, "no I'll wait till I'm in the loo, I get too much spunk to deal with in bed". He looked over a bit puzzled, "how much", "five or six good spurts I replied"."Wow, I only get a little ouse out" he looked a bit downcast. "Don't worry mate, it will get better, you will just have to wank more" and grinned. All the other guys were getting up and about by now, Steve looked around then asked quietly "how many times do you do it"? I grinned and replied, "probably too many, five or six times a day", his face was a picture. By this time my pole had subsided so I was able to throw off my sheet and get down off my bunk.

I got dressed and made my way to the toilets, found a cubical and did what was by now very necessary. After a stand-up wash, I made my way back to my bunk, Steve had dressed and was sat upon his bunk, as I approached he laid down and watched as I climbed up onto mine. "Well"? he asked, at first the penny didn't drop, "oh, yeh, counted six, all bigger than before" I replied with a smile.

Our day was a busy one we were at sea so it was lessons and lectures, lunch, more lessons, some activities up on deck then dinner, a little free time later before bed. Steve and I had spent an hour up on deck chatting, very soon sex came up in conversation, Steve seamed obsessed with both what he saw that morning and my admission to cumming so much and so often.

He was so fixed on this that I suggested we had "a little fun" this evening, "what do you mean Dave" he asked looking a bit scared. "Don't worry, nothing serious, just a little grope, you want to have a feel don't you?" I asked. "Well, yes, spoze so but how?". Leave that to me, he looked very nervous, don't worry, if we're careful no one will guess, leave it to me, are you up for it" I asked with a smile, yeh, might be fun, he smiled.

We were soon in our bunks and with a goodnight from our "housemaster" he turned out the lights, leaving a couple of very dim night lights, fortunately, they were both a long way from our bunks. We had both laid facing each other, I smiled and whispered, I'm already hard, " You"? he smiled "getting there". We both laid there watching each other, from the movements of our sheets we were both gently wanking. I carefully lent over and looked down between the gap of our bunks at the guys below, both were out for the count. I very slowly, carefully pulled my bottom sheet from under my bed, then gently pulled Steves top sheet up and managed to get my bottom sheet to cover the gap. I then carefully slid nearer the edge of my bunk and reached over and found a stiff cock. Steve shuddered as I took hold, he groaned, "Shush I whispered", he also slid closer to the gap which meant that he could also explore. He found his target, much to my pleasure, a wank is one thing but another hand is up on another plain.

Steve like me, was rock hard, looking at his face he looked as though he was enjoying my attention's, he was gently rocking to and fro. He really had a good grip of mine, so much so that I had to whisper," gently Steve" "oh sorry". After five minutes or so I gently lifted my sheet revealing my 10 inches in all its glory. Steve got up on one elbow and came in close for a better look, "wow he whispered, that's huge" while still gently playing. One thing I could feel about Steves, it was thick, it really felt it, before I could ask, he also lifted his sheet and yes it was thick, I too went in for a better look, it was not as long as mine but still a good eight-inch, it was the girth, at least twice mine, a real handful.

Suddenly we heard the bunkroom door open and a shaft of light partially light the room, it was "Housemaster", we quickly but carefully pulled back our sheets. He peered around the room, then went back out and shut the door.

We had another quick feel then returned sheets to original and went to sleep. The same scene was repeated every night after that, on the third night I went one step further and lent over and gave Steve a quick suck, he tried to stop me at first but soon discovered he liked it. He was a big lad, he was not the first cock I had sucked but it was by far the thickest, it took several attempts to get anywhere near a deep throat, when I finally managed it, it was too much for Steve, he came in my mouth, shuddering for some minutes after the final spurt.

So, the scene was set for the rest of the cruise, we did manage to share a cubical on the last day, we had found a toilet away from the main areas which was very seldom used. Needless to say, we were both rock hard before we had got our shorts off. A mutual sucking session followed by us both shooting into the bowl, Steve came first, by now he was making five, sometimes six good spurts, with his help I was now going upwards of eight good followed by a couple of lesser ones, which seemed to fascinate Steve.

On return to England, we vowed to stay in touch, as luck would have it the following year our two schools merged into one with a new school to boot. Being the same age we were both in the same class, being an all-boys school we soon had a gang of like-minded lads to share wanking sessions in the playground loos and behind the bike sheds.

Steve and I always shared a duel desk in the back corner of the class, we were surrounded by our "mates" so did not have to worry too much. It was common for the pair of us to have a good groping session during classes we did not like, though we had to be careful not to take things to far.

One morning break, after a good session in the loo, Steve asked if I wanted to go home with him at lunchtime, his Mum had just got a new job so both his parents would be out, I said yeh, trying not to be too enthusiastic, I had been hoping for this for such a long time.

Out of school, I had expanded my sexual experience and was now well versed in all things "gay", finding many mainly older guys willing to pay for sight and a touch of my "monster".

The lunch bell rang and we both hi tailed it to Steves house, he lived about half a mile from the school unlike me, more like two miles. We got to the front door, as Steve was finding his key I grabbed his other hand and placed it on my rock hard cock. He turned and just smiled, "wait" was all he said. Once inside we went straight up to his room, he shut the door, turned and waited as I came forward, undid his trousers, dropped them to the floor, fondled the bulge before pulling down his briefs. His cock sprang up to meet his stomach, it was as solid as a rock.

I knelt down and sank it deep into my throat, "God Dave that's good, you will have to teach me how to do that, I went to work, full thrusts, tip to base, he was loving it. Keep that up Dave and you'll have something to swallow. I let it go and stood up. As I did so Steve made a grasp for mine, he did try to suck it but he needed a lot more practice, those teeth.

I stopped him and suggested we try something else, "what you got in mind sexpot", "would you bum me I asked"( we did not use the "F" word back then, so much more gentile). Steve looked at me for a second, "you mean to stick it up your bum"? "Yeh, I've got some lube, here" and produced a tube of KY. He looked at me, smiled and said, "you're in charge". We both stripped off and laid on his bed, I opened the tube and got his cock well covered, did the same for my ass. "Ok, I said, I've never had such a thick cock so this might not work, If I do manage it and you feel your cumming, go for it". He laid on his back, I straddled him and lowered myself down onto his totem pole.

It took a couple of goes but eventually, it was all in, he looked up at me, smiled and said:" that's fantastic Dave, so warm, can I try from behind"? Steve was away, we got up, he got behind me and found his target and carefully but forcefully pushed home, it hurt like hell but I was not going to spoil it for him. We had remembered to find a towel, just as well as while giving me one of the best "fucks" I've ever had he was wanking me at the same time. "I'm cuming Steve," "so am I" he replied and I felt the spurts as I was showered the towel with my boy juice.

We got back to school just in time, life continued, our lunchtime fun happened twice, sometimes three times a week, Steve got a lot better at sucking and even managed to take mine, classroom and playground fun continued till we were in our final year, though Steve and I still got together for some fun it was getting less often.

Then Steve dropped a bombshell, he called me to one side in the playground and told me that he had a girlfriend, he told me all about her and how much he had enjoyed our sessions but he hoped I could understand if they had to stop. I just replied" as long as we can at least keep in touch as mates, nothing more," "great he replied and we went our separate ways.

By now, phones were a lot more common, we had exchanged numbers and would ring one another every month or so. Then I got a call from Steve asking to meet up after work at a local pub. I was first to arrive and ordered two pints and found a corner table. Steve walked in smiling, we shook hands and sat down. After saying what had happed to us both he asked "if I was attached yet? "That's not how it works Steve, don't forget I'm a poofter" and smiled, he looked me in the eye and said, "I know that Dave but thought you might have someone special by now". I smiled, "no mate, you're my one and only "and grinned at him. "Don't give me that grap" he laughed, "you've had more cocks since we stopped than I've had Yorkshire puddings", he laughed again while giving me a funny look. I grinned and replied "that's as may be, I'll not deny it but ill always have a special spot for you mate" and laughed.

Steves face changed, he suddenly looked so serious. Looking him in the eye I said: "what's up mate, she left you?" making an effort to give a solemn face. Steve broke down, he was sobbing, I went to the bar and got two more pints. When I got back to the table he had composed himself, he looked across at me, smiled and said " worse than that mate, she's thrown me out, it was her house". "Oh God Steve, did she say why", "yeh shes found some guy with apparently millions, bitch.

"Bloody hell Mate so what happens now"? He looked over, looking sheepish, almost crying, "I was hoping", "stop right there," I said, you don't even have to ask," smiling. He gave me an astonished look, "what do you mean Dave"? "You dumbo, of course, you can stay, no strings, just get yourself sorted" and smiled at him and gave him a wink.

"You're a star Dave, didn't want to ask but I've got no one else I can turn to, do you really mean, no strings"? "What do you think, you are such a twat sometimes mate, you don't get much closer than we have been, if I cant help in your hour of need than who can, as for any strings, that's up to you".

When we got back to my flat we sat and had a couple more cans, after an hour, I said: "right mate, bed time, over in that bottom draw you'll find a duvet, I'll get the put you up". When I got back to the lounge with the camping bed Steve was sat on the settee in his shorts. We got his bed sorted and as I left I gave his bum a gentle pat as I said "Goodnight, sleep well mate".

I was in the shower when the door opened, Steve stood there, naked with a semi, I turned, smilled, before I could say anything he said, "I've come to pay the rent, do you want a hand to scrub your back?" He did, then he gave me a quick suck, wank, a lovely smile, dried himself off and left me still under the shower.

For once I did not wank off after my shower, strange as I was well hard and as randy as hell, not having had any proper sex for almost a week, I went to bed with my cock still semi-hard. My kingsize waterbed is so comfortable that I was off as soon as my head hit the pillow. I came too before my alarm, I was suddenly aware that someone had hold of my morning wood, I was still not completely campos mentis and had forgotten Steve was staying. I looked over and saw Steve just smiling at me, "are you complaining"? he said as he squeezed me, we both came, Steve up my ass and me down his throat, a dual shower followed, it's a wet room so plenty of room for a second session. Good job it was Saturday, we dressed and had breakfast, then spent the morning checking the papers (pre Internet) for a room or flat for Steve.

We would go our separate ways in the evenings and return home to the same bed, some nights nothing happened, others it was some of the best sex I've ever had, he even managed to take mine all the way, sadly only once though.

This went on for a month, then Steve announced that he had found a flat the other side of town and that he had another girl he was "working on". Our last night together was as Steve said "to settle the debt", what debt I said, you don't owe me anything, to the contrary, you've given me such happiness while you've been here it's I who owe you, he just smiled and we did it all again.  

We kept in touch by phone but I did not see Steve for six months, I had just got home from work when the phone rang, "Hi Steve, how things? " "randy, how come? of course you can mate see you later". I quickly tidied the flat, the bell rang and the door opened (he still had a key), he walked in smiling. "Hi Dave, hope you don't mind me letting myself in," he said with a real cheeky looking grin, "that depends on whether you strip me, throw me onto the bed and have your wicked way with me or not my friend". Well, we ended up naked on the bed, both shattered and covered in sweat and spunk. A dual shower followed with us both getting it again before bed and sleep in a spoon, I had not felt as complete for a long time.

We were both up the next morning, no more sex despite two rock hard woods, I did try to protest at the waste but Steve replied cant get into the habit, smiled, dressed, thanked me for the evening and left. Later I did discover why he called, his new wife was having her "time of the month", at first I felt a bit hurt, being used but then what are mates for.

We are still in contact, I was his best man and am Godfather to his twin boys, no we do not have sex anymore.

I hope you enjoyed this short story, please let me know one way of the other.

Dg.cousins@yahoo.co.uk