Thinking It over Later

Category: Male-Male (MM)
Submitted by: Ben Age: 22 Gender: Male

I was 14 when these events started, and I thought nothing of them, but I've begun to ponder them recently.

When I was 13, a new pupil, named Clive, joined my form at school. He was dark haired and blue-eyed, and I felt attracted to him. We soon became friends, and one afternoon, after we'd been swimming together, we started larking around in the showers. There was nobody else there but us and we finished up wanking each other. At first, we were a little shocked at what we had done, but soon accepted this new level in our relationship. Soon, we were tossing each other off two or three times a week. I'll not go into details though about those exploits because that's not the purpose of my story.

Our friendship was only a few weeks old when Clive invited me back to his house for tea. When I was introduced to his folks, I was intrigued by two factors. Firstly, his dad seemed to be considerably younger than his mother; and secondly, Clive always addressed his dad as 'Spud' and his dad always called him 'Tiger'. I guessed this was just a 'fun' thing between them, but it struck me as slightly odd.

Our friendship developed and we were soon spending much time together and regularly slept-over at each other's houses and, of course, the mutual wanking went on. So close did we become, that I was invited to go on holiday with Clive and his parents the following Spring Bank Holiday. I readily accepted and, on the appointed day, we set off for the Northumbrian coast. Here, Clive's folks had rented a house, just a few hundred yards back from the sea. His parents were in a double room, and Clive and I had a twin-bedded room. Needless to say, we never slept seperately: we used the beds alternately, and slept together, which gave us much scope for mutual masturbation. I must add that we were both well into puberty by now, and I had a rampant 6" dick, and was proud of it.

On the third day of the holiday, however, Clive's mum received a call on her mobile phone to say that her mother, Clive's grandma, was ill, and would she go to her? Of course, she did, but she told Spud (I'd been invited to call him by that nickname, too, by then!) that he, Clive and I should carry on with the holiday and that she'd come back to us when she'd sorted out things at home. In fact, she didn't return, so we three males spent the rest of the time on our own.

The day after she'd gone back home, we decided to go down to the beach and swim, because the weather was glorious. Unfortunately, Clive began to feel unwell, so he suggested that Spud and I should go off swimming and that he would stay in the house. He assured us he would be fine and so off we went.

The beach was long, wide and deserted so, when we got down there and began to change, Spud suddenly said, "I'll tell you what Ben, why don't we 'skinny dip'? There's no one around to see us."

I was surprised, even a little shocked, by this suggestion, but before I could make any comment, Spud had stripped off and was away across the sand towards the sea. I didn't want to appear a sissy, so I stripped off and followed him. Actually, I soon got used to the idea and indeed found it, well, liberating to be in the sea naked. It certainly felt good to have the sea water washing around my cock and balls.

We stayed in the sea, splashing and swimming, for nearly an hour, and then we returned to our clothes amongst the rocks where we'd left them. Spud made no move to cover himself, and must have realised that I was eyeing him out of curiosity. I was pleased to see that his 'equipment' was not much larger than mine. Having made that discovery, I also made no effort to conceal my 'assets'.

As we were wiping ourselves, Spud came over to me and led me across to a flat rock. He sat me on it, and then he sat on it himself, behind me, with my body between his legs. Taking my towel, he began to wipe my back: "Mustn't have you catching cold!" he said jokingly.

He didn't wipe me long, though. Dropping the towel, he gently took my penis in his hand. He held it across his fingers and slowly stroked it with his thumb. I was so surprised, that I did nothing. Taking my silence for acquiescence, he whispered in my ear, "That's nice, isn't it?"

Part of me wanted to resist and cry out in outrage, "Stop it! This is wrong!" But a bigger part of me wanted him to go on. Something seemed to click inside me, and I suddenly realised that I'd wanted him to do something like this ever since I'd known him. At this, my dick came rapidly to attention.

"You're enjoying it, aren't you?" he asked; and I gulped and nodded because my voice couldn't seem to find any words.

"I'll rub it, shall I?" he said, and it was a statement rather than a question. Again, I nodded, and he began.

Now, I was a regular wanker, and I'd had experience with Clive, but Spud was REALLY skilful. He teased my foreskin, retracting it and then pulling it well forward, and when I closed my eyes and leaned back against him, he began to rub me, but he varied both his speed and the length of his strokes. He continued this for ten minutes or more, bringing me to the brink and then gently drawing me back several times. By then, I was leaning against him with my eyes closed, and I was floating on a sea of rapture. Time seemed to stand still.

It couldn't, though, go on for ever, even with Spud's consummate skill, and at last, I began to gasp and moan as the orgasm grew within me. I stiffened my legs and arched my back and managed to croak, "It's near."

"Well, in that case, we'd better finish you off, Ben," he replied; and so saying, he began to wank me in long quick strokes. I lasted perhaps another twenty seconds, and then the ecstasy exploded from deep within, and with a cry which must have been heard well out to sea, I ejaculated---burst after burst after burst. And with each shot, I lifted off the rock. Spud held me securely though, and skilfully led me through my glorious, mind-blowing orgasm and, eventually, back down to earth.

When at last I finished, I sank back, exhausted, against him, and he held me tightly and, I must say, lovingly. I closed my eyes, and I'm not sure I didn't drift off into sleep for a moment or two, but when I was at last normal again, Spud said, "I'm very impressed by your performance, Ben. It's a very nice 'weapon' you have here between your legs, and it can certainly give a good account of itself!"

At this point I sat up, and Spud asked, "Now you've come back to earth, would you like to do something for me?"

I knew, of course, what he was going to ask, and felt I could hardly deny him after the rapture he'd produced in me; so I nodded. He stood up in front of me, and I looked down at his erect cock. Mine sticks out more or less straight in front of me when I have a hard-on, but his was pointing rigidly upwards, almost parallel with his belly. I saw, too, that erect, he wasn't much bigger than I was, so I felt encouraged.

"Let's have it hard and fast,' he said and placed my right hand on his cock and wrapped my fingers around it. He wants it hard and fast, I thought, so that's what I'll give him. And I did!

He stood there, on his tip-toes, with his hands on my shoulders and his eyes closed, while I really rubbed him. He groaned and gasped, "That's it, Ben! Give it all you've got!" Part of me was telling me to stop, but that other part of me was saying, "No, go on. He wants it and you're enjoying giving it to him!" And I was!

With his balls cupped in my left hand, and my right hand going like a steam engine piston, I pumped away, my hand just a blur. It could only have been minutes before Spud cried, "It's coming, Ben! For God's sake, don't stop!" And I didn't.

I felt his cock harden and stiffen in my hand, and he just exploded, shooting semen as high as his chin. Some of it landed on his chest and belly, and some of it fell back on to my hand. He gasped and jumped with each ejaculation, but I kept going until he put his hand on mine to stop me rubbing.

With a sigh, he turned and sat down on the rock beside me, and instinctively, we put our arms around each other. We stayed like that for some time, and then he turned to me and smiled: "Come on," he said, "let's go back into the sea and wash ourselves."

With, he stood up, took me by the hand, and led me into the water which was only a few feet away because the tide had come in quite a way whilst we'd been pleasuring each other. Once we were waist deep, Spud washed me and I washed him. Then, we went back to the beach where we dried ourselves and dressed.

"I think we'd better go back now, Ben, and see how Clive's feeling," Spud said; and so we set off across the sand towards the house.

As we walked, Spud asked, "Did you enjoy that? You didn't mind did you? I'd hate to think I encouraged you to do something you regret."

I had to admit that though at first I was, well, surprised, but, no, I didn't mind. He then asked, "Well, did you enjoy it?" and I admitted that I had.

"I assume that you and Clive have done it," he said. I gasped and looked at him rather guiltily: it had never occurred to me that he could have suspected us. Seeing my look, he smiled, "Oh, don't look so shocked! I'm not going to tell you off for it. I think most youngsters have wanking sessions at some time or other with their mates. Just keep your respect for each other, and I reckon that's fine."

We were soon back at the house and Clive was feeling okay by this time, so Spud prepared lunch. After we'd had it, Clive suggested that we should go for a walk. Spud said he'd some odd jobs he wanted to do, but told us to go off on our own.

To be honest, during lunch, I'd been having second thoughts about the morning's adventure. I didn't feel that Spud had in any way 'molested' me or anything like that: I'd been a willing 'victim', and I was sure that he'd have stopped if I'd asked him. I did feel, however, that I'd somehow let Clive down because, after all, Spud was his dad.

We walked along the beach for some time, almost in silence, and eventually Clive said, "You're quiet, Ben. Has the cat got your tongue?"

Suddenly, I felt I had to tell him what had happened, so I described the whole adventure. I half expected Clive to be angry, but he wasn't: he heard me out without comment.

Eventually, I said, "I feel I've let you down, Clive, by what I've done!" but to my great surprise, Clive just grinned and said, "No, you haven't. To tell you the truth, Spud and I have done it many times."

Now I really was shocked: "But isn't that called 'incest' because he's your dad?"

Still grinning, he replied, "No, it isn't---and he's not my dad."

I stopped dead and stared at him, unable to take in this information. Clive then explained that his real father had died when he was barely two years old and, to be truthful, he said he could barely remember him. Clive and his mother had lived together until Clive was 11, and then she'd met and married Spud who was ten years her junior. He and Spud had always, from the very start, got on well: they'd been more like brothers than step-father and step-son. When Clive had reached puberty, which he did at the age of 12, he'd begun to ask Spud questions about sex, and this had led on to mutual wanking. I asked if his mother knew, but Clive said he didn't think so. He and Spud had always been discreet about their activities. I asked why he called his step-father 'Spud', and Clive replied that it was a play on his middle name which was 'Murphy'.

Well, to cut a long story short, there was quite a bit of 'three-way' sex during the rest of that holiday. On at least three nights, we all slept together in Spud's double bed---and fun was had by all! Clive and I continued our mutual wanking, too, and both of us had 'duet' sessions with Spud.

Now, I know some will think of this as 'abuse', but Spud never forced me into anything, he was always gentle and never went 'over the top' by introducing oral or anal sex. It might sound an odd thing to say, but there was real affection in the things we did. At last, of course, the holiday ended and we went home. Clive and I continued to masturbated together regularly, but Spud never joined us or approached me on my own. What happened between him and Clive I never knew and never enquired. Throughout the remainder of our school careers, Clive and I often wanked each other, and well before I was ready to leave school, I'd realised that I was homosexual in orientation and, to be candid, it's never bothered me: I don't advertise it, but I don't pretend I'm 'straight' either. Clive and I chose different universities, and that really ended our relationship. I haven't seen him for almost two years. I have, of course, had relationships with other boys since Clive and I split up.

So why have I chosen to write this piece? Well, I'm reading Psychology at university, and my studies have caused me to think about that time with Spud and Clive on our Northumbrian holiday, and two basic questions keep presenting themselves. First of all, was what we did morally wrong? Should I not have done it with Spud? Should I have resisted? As I said, he never forced me into anything; and I never felt that he'd 'taken advantage' of me, as the saying goes. Actually, I must admit it was I who sometimes initiated the wanking. I've never actually felt guilt for what happened; but there still persists that question: did I do wrong? Though it doesn't really WORRY me, I often find myself thinking about it---though not, let me add, with any real regret.

Secondly, was it psychologically wrong? Could I be somehow emotionally scarred by what happened? Or could I have harmed either Spud or Clive in that way? To be honest, I don't feel 'scarred': my memories of what happened are all pleasant, even exciting. It's never caused bad dreams or irrational behaviour in me. And in no way did my sessions with Spud turn me 'gay': I'm sure that by the time I went on that holiday, I already knew, deep inside, that my sexual leanings were homosexual. Perhaps that's why I let it happen.

Even though I am presently engaged in a relationship with my college room mate, however, those two questions STILL persist. Has anyone any views? I'd be happy to hear them.

[lb][i]This story was originally submitted to Solo Touch and not published because it violates the rules.[/i][rb]