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This story may contain descriptions of sexual acts between boys of various
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The ballad of Chris and Robert
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By Tom Palmer
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Chapter Two - If you go down to the woods today, be sure of a big surprise…
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The next day at school also included a period of games.  The rule at Derriford
High was that everyone had to strip right down before putting on shorts and a
soccer shirt, and everyone had to shower.  The first week or so of school this
had meant some embarrassment for some of the boys who had never been
completely naked in front of anyone outside their family.  But that soon
passed, and the boys now stripped off without any concern.  Oh, sure, there
were covert glances as they checked out each others' equipment, that was only
natural and healthy, but mostly they accepted it as part of life.

As usual, Chris and Robert tried to find a place on the benches big enough for
them both to change.  Chris started to tug his clothes off at the usual
breakneck speed, but Rob, for once, seemed reluctant.

"What's the matter?"

"Aw, nothing."  Rob started to unbutton his shirt.  When he got to his
underpants, he turned to the wall.

"Are you OK?"

"YES.  Get off my case, will you?"  and Robert pulled down his pants quickly,
but couldn't hide the wince that crossed his young face.

As it was autumn, the boys were to play rugby, and they ran out onto the
pitch.  Playing rugby properly requires a certain strength of build that is
not often found in pre-pubescent boys, and the games usually degenerated into
pileups with every boy grabbing and holding whatever he could in the hope it
would be the ball.  After one of these pileups cleared, Robert was left lying
on the ground.

The games master, Mr Edwards, trotted over.  "What happened?"

"I got someone's knee between my legs, sir.  It really hurts."

The games teacher was sympathetic.  "You'd better go back inside then.  I
don't suppose you really want to go on running around, and the game'll be over
in a few minutes.  Can you walk?"

"I'm not sure, sir.  I'll try."

Chris had come over to see what was affecting his friend.  Mr Edwards told him
to go back with Robert to see that he was OK.  The two boys walked back to the
changing rooms, one limping slightly.

When they got back into the warm, Robert pulled down his shorts and the two
boys inspected the damage.  Chris looked closely at his mate's balls, but
there didn't seem to be anything wrong; no blood or bruising.

But Chris also saw the state of Robert's dick!  His best friend's tool was red
and there was even a patch of raw skin.   The foreskin was swollen and looked
very sore indeed.  Chris looked up at Rob's face.

"What happened to this?  It looks like you've stuck it in a grater!"

Robert immediately turned beet-red.  "It was last night when I went to bed.  I
couldn't forget what we did and it wouldn't go soft.  So I did it again and
again.  It felt alright then, but when I woke up this morning it was like
this.  It hurts, man!"

Chris tried not to smile, mostly successfully.  "I guess you'd better lay off
the wanking for a while, mate.  Come on, lets get showered before the other
guys come back".

The two boys headed for the shower.  Just as they turned the water on, they
heard the door of the changing rooms open again.  Not the return of the whole
class, just one boy.  They heard him strip off and walk towards the shower.
It was Peter.

"Oh, hi.  You OK, Rob?", he asked.

"Yeah, just got someone's knee in my nuts.  What about you?"

"Got sent off for a high tackle on Armstrong.  Bastard's such a runt that any
tackle's going to be high on him, but…shit, I didn't want to play any more
anyway".  He began to soap himself down.

The two other boys watched him.  Peter was the same age, but very different in
appearance as boys often are at the brink of puberty.  He was 3 or 4 inches
taller than Robert, broad shouldered and with muscular legs.  He had dirty
blond hair that fell in a cowlick over his forehead.  The thing all the boys
noticed about Peter, whilst of course ostentatiously not noticing, was his
penis and testicles.  It wasn't that Peter was mature: he still didn't have
any pubic hair, and his voice hadn't begun to break.  But even so, his penis
was envied by all the other boys.  It hung down in front of a dangling set of
balls.  If he walked naked, it swung from side to side.  Most of the other
boys just had little pricklets that just stuck out above a small featureless
sac.

Peter glanced across at Robert and saw his battered penis.  He echoed Chris's
comment almost word for word:

"Jeez, what happened to that thing?  You get it caught in something?"

"You saw what happened.  I got kneed."

"Oh yeah.  Nasty."

Robert braced himself for the expected joke about how he shouldn't play with
his dick so much, but the explanation seemed to satisfy Peter, who carried on
washing around his genitals to all appearances completely innocent of how a
penis might come to be in the sorry state that Robert's currently enjoyed.
Rob relaxed, and the three boys left the shower and got dressed.

The sports period was the last one of the day, and so when they had dressed
there was no real reason for the three boys to hang around any longer.  So
just as the other boys were starting to come in from the game, they walked out
of the gate together.

"Not on your bike today, Pete?"  Chris knew that Peter normally rode home.

"Got a puncture last night and couldn't fix it" the taller boy replied.  "I'll
get some patches tomorrow."

As they walked along, they talked idly of this and that, of tomorrow's big
soccer game (United vs Liverpool) and the unfair amount of homework they were
getting.  Peter seemed to be rather nervous, until he blurted out:

"Can I ask you two something?"

"Sure", they said, more or less together.

"And you won't tell anyone?"

"Course not.  What is it?"

"Well…it's like this.  You two are pretty brainy, and I thought you might be
able to explain something I heard.  I was talking to Mike Shannon today, and
he got mad and called me a" his voice dropped "fucking wanker".  I asked him
what a wanker was, and he just laughed and said I wasn't obviously wasn't old
enough to know.  Do you know what it is?"

"It's another word for someone who masturbates" offered Chris.

Pete still looked puzzled.

Rob grinned slyly.  "Maybe it's better if we show you."

Both Chris and Peter looked doubtfully at Rob, but for different reasons.
Peter still didn't have a clue what Rob was talking about, but Chris did and
worried what his friend had in mind.  Rob could be impulsive even by the
standards of an 11-year old, and Chris could see trouble ahead.  But…what the
fuck, he'd go along.

To get from the school grounds to the housing estate on which the boys lived
there were two routes.  You could follow the road all the way, or you could
cut through "The Wood" - actually a small area of abandoned land between the
playing fields and the allotments.  Rob led the other two boys along the path
into The Wood, but then turned off into a thick clump of bushes.  As soon as
all the other two had made it through the bushes, he caught Chris's eye.  As
one boy, the two friends pulled the zips on their trousers down and pulled out
their rapidly hardening cocks.  Rob seemed to have forgotten how sore his had
been as he started stroking it, first slowly coaxing it to full hardness, then
more vigorously.

Peter's eyes practically bugged out of their sockets.  "What are you doing?",
he said, so taken aback that his voice was practically a squeak.  His eyes
flicked from Chris's crotch to Rob's and back again, fascinated by his first
sight of a boy doing what boys down the ages have done: demanding pleasure
from their own penises.

Chris grinned at Peter.  "You wanted to know what wanking was.  This is it,
man.  You play with it like this, and then suddenly you'll feel the best thing
you've ever felt."

"It's wild, Pete," Rob added in encouragement.  "Go on, try it.  Copy what
we're doing."

Instinctively, the two active masturbators slowed down so as not to climax too
soon.  They could see the front of Peter's grey trousers start to bulge, but
still their friend made no move to free what lay under the cloth.

Chris knew that he just needed some encouragement.  Taking his hand from his
own dick which throbbed angrily at being abandoned, he moved next to Peter and
placed his hand gently over the point where Peter's bulge was most pronounced.
He started to rub it in a gentle circular motion.  Peter swallowed
convulsively, but didn't object.  Not interrupting his rubbing motion for a
second, Chris used his free hand to start working Peter's zipper down.  When
it was all the way over the bulge and his fly was fully open, Chris reached
his hand inside and pulled Peter's semi-erect dick into the light.

As if it was waking from slumber, the liberated weapon began to stretch and
grow.  Without any further help from Chris's hand, it swelled and rose, bigger
and bigger.  Both Chris and Rob were still now, transfixed by what had emerged
from their friend's pants.  Fully seven inches it reared up, nearly twice the
length of Chris or Robert, and at least twice as thick.  There were many adult
men who would have been proud to own the magnificent erection that this eleven
year old could raise.

"Wow" Rob said finally.  That's big."  Chris could only nod.

"Is it?" asked Peter.  "I've never seen another one hard, only my own."

"Er…I think so" stammered Chris, temporarily losing his usual poise.  "Yeah,
it's big.  Definitely".  He felt like he should do something to the
magnificent thing - worship it or something.  "Can I touch it?"

"I guess so" said Peter, doubtfully.  Almost reverently, Chris gently gripped
the big rod.  His hand couldn't close about the shaft, but he could grip it.
Slowly he started to stroke it up and down, gently freeing the foreskin which
pulled back and forth from the helmet.

When Peter's helmet was finally freed of its confining sheath of skin, it
swelled even further out, shiny and purple, flaring from it's blunt point back
to a ridge that was maybe half as thick again as the shaft.  Chris continued
to work on it.

"Feel good yet?"

"Yeah, it's starting to."

Chris changed his tempo a bit, quickening and lengthening his strokes.  Dimly
he was aware that Robert had resumed jerking on his own penis.  Suddenly, just
putting his hand on Peter's cock wasn't anything like enough for him.
Quickly, before Peter could stop him, he dropped to his knees in front of the
bigger boy and started licking it, then quickly took the knob into his mouth
(he had to open all the way) and began to bob his head up and down.

Rob couldn't believe his eyes.  Watching his best mate, who only yesterday had
introduced him to the world of sex, mouth-fucking another boy who up till them
he had only admired from a distance was just about blowing all his fuses.  It
was easily the hottest thing he had ever seen.  Hastily he grabbed between his
legs and started wanking again.

Peter's fuses were nearing danger point too.  Until this moment, sex had been
something he'd heard about but never applied to himself, and now there was
another boy greedily slurping his dick into his mouth.  The feeling was
incredible as Chris suctioned his chopper in and out of his stretched mouth.

Chris couldn't quite believe what he was doing either.  He'd heard that there
was something called oral sex, but he'd never thought about how it might be
done or thought about doing it himself.  But it seemed the right thing to do
just then, and instinctively he'd known it was what Peter needed.  What he
hadn't realised was just how good it felt to have a big dick pistoning in and
out of his lips and rubbing over his tongue.  He let one hand drop to his
still-stiff member and started jacking on it using the same rhythm as he used
on Peter's now slick and wet cock.

Peter didn't know what to expect, but slowly the pressure started to build
inside his middle.  His instincts took over and he grabbed the back of Chris's
curly head and forced the other boy to work to the rhythm he needed.  Faster
and faster he pulled Chris onto his cock as the tension built, and then with
one last jerk of his arms, he pulled Chris towards him as his groin began to
spasm with his first shuddering orgasm.

Despite the impressive size of his penis, Peter hadn't yet really started on
puberty.  The big gun still had no ammunition to fire, but that made no
difference to the sensation flooding through Peter right then.  His knees bent
and he fought to remain standing.  His hands locked on Chris's head and his
hips continued to jam his dick into the other boy's willing mouth.  His
panting became animal grunting as his body tried to squirt out the semen it
was still too young to make.  Chris instinctively fought to get away, but
Peter was beyond caring, using Chris as a receptacle for his throbbing tool
until his cumming subsided.

Chris's instincts were divided.  On the one hand he struggled reflexively to
break Peter's mad hold on his head, but equally he was made incredibly horny
by the animal passion that Peter was showing.  Still kneeling. the curly
haired boy still jerked spasmodically on his own still rigid tool, his eyes
locked on Peter in the throes of his first orgasm.  It didn't take long, and
soon Chris's body began to buck and jerk as his own climax took over.
"AAARGGGHHH" he shouted as he went over the edge.  A sudden wave of pleasure
hit him, and his penis became too sensitive to touch.  He bowed over it,
panting, still trying to get his breath back after his orgasm and Pete's
astounding mouth-fucking.

Rob had been watching his two horny friends go to it and beat his meat all the
while.  The sight of Pete's oversize chopper raping Chris's willing mouth was
so hot, and then watching both boys toss and jerk in mutual orgasm was even
better.  A few short seconds after Chris exploded in pleasure, Rob followed
him.  He also couldn't keep from crying out as sexual pleasure engulfed him.

As soon as he could get his breath back, Chris looked slyly at Peter and said:
"Now do you understand what wanking is?"

"Yeah, but that was more than just wanking, wasn't it?  We were having sex,
weren't we?"  Peter didn't sound very worried about this.

"I guess so.  Anyway, it was awesome.  You are one horny…" Suddenly, Chris
stopped talking.  Out of the corner of his eye, he'd caught sight of some
movement, almost as if there was a fourth person there in the bushes with
them.  He called out.

"Anyone there?"

There was a sudden rustling and snapping of twigs, and then the sound of
someone running away very fast.  The three eleven-year olds quickly pulled up
their underpants and trousers in fright.  Their dicks quickly lost any
remaining hardness and resumed their normal flaccid length.  As soon as they
could, they ran after the sound, but it was too late.  There was no-one to be
seen.

"Jeez, if someone saw what you were doing and tells, you're toast," whispered
Rob.

"What we were doing?" asked Chris, indignantly.  Your dick was out too, and it
was your idea!"

"OK, OK, we're all for it.  Who do you think it was?"  But none of the boys
had seen anyone.  In the end it was Peter who made the most sense.

"Look, we can't do anything about it now.  Maybe it was just some kid playing
- we don't know he saw anything.  So let's go home and forget about it for
now."  But his slight smile and the way he was gently rubbing the front of his
trousers suggested that Peter Harris would not forget this walk through The
Wood for a long time to come.

To be continued???


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