Easter Rugger Tours
Before and After
By Joel
Chapter Six - Reminiscences and Good Friends Confer.
I felt quite lonely in my bed that Sunday night. I had to toss off twice before my fevered imagination was quiet enough to drop off to sleep! Monday was all go at school. I was buttonholed by Billy during afternoon break. He looked a bit glum and asked if he could have a talk with me. Of course I assented but pointed out that I had to have a quick tea, change ready for Scouts, get round to Gerry's to do our Physics homework and get him and me to Scouts as we were having a rehearsal for next week's presentation of the Queen's Awards. Billy said OK, he'd meet me at the bike sheds as soon as the bell went.
During last period that day I reminisced about Billy and me. He was really my oldest friend. We had entered Mrs Stacey's Infants' class on the same day as fiveyearold sprogs. Both of us small and very vulnerable. At least I had two older sisters but Billy was an only child and was a bit tearful when his mother left him. We sat together and I held his hand under the table while he looked apprehensively at the new world of school. This apprehensiveness didn't last long. Within a few weeks Billy became the little leader and I was a willing acolyte. He was a chunky kid and took no nonsense from any of the older boys and I and others in our class were grateful to him. We became firm friends, he spent a lot of time at my house with me, usually in the shed at the bottom of our garden, or in the `camp' we constructed in the thick bushes at the end of our extensive garden. It was here we explored each others snaillike cocks at the age of six and peed together. Peeing was an art form with Billy. By the time he was nine his display at breaktimes of pissing higher up the lavatory wall than anyone else, even the bigger boys of eleven, was a sight to see. He was my guardian and I was his helper. He wasn't as bright as me and I got him through all sorts of school work which he would never have managed himself. He was very upset when I passed the scholarship and he didn't, but his Dad decided to pay for him to go to the Grammar School. There again I've helped him in many ways, in fact I taught him how to wank!
This occurred after that eventful Scout camp when I was thirteen and a half. Billy always spent the summer with his Uncle and Aunt at their farm in Suffolk and still did. They had no children so he was looked after like royalty, but, he always liked being at the farm in any case, as he liked the open air life and he said his muscles grew because of all the hard work he did there. Anyway, he came round to see me on the Monday after I returned from camp and we exchanged our summer experiences. I had to get changed from my old shorts and shirt into my Scout uniform so he came up to my bedroom and sat on the bed and told me even more about the farm.
I wasn't really listening as other things were on my mind and in the end I blurted out the fateful question, "Do you wank yet, Billy?"
He was nonplussed, being stopped in midstream about driving a tractor or something like that. He wanted to know what I meant. I asked him did his dick go hard and had he got hair round it like mine. The last time I'd seen his was at the end of the Spring Term when we had showered after Rugby. I had a smattering of black hairs then, fifteen or so when I had counted them at Easter. Then after Easter I'd had a spurt of growth which coincided with finding out that when I rubbed my stiff dick I squirted a few drops of watery cream but the feelings leading to that climax were awesome. He went a bit red and said his dick did get hard sometimes but he didn't know why. By this time I'd taken my old shorts off ready to put my clean Scout togs on. My dick was going hard so I pulled down my underpants and displayed my five inch hardon. Billy's eyes nearly popped.
"Come on Billy, show me yours," I demanded as I pulled my shirt off and stepped out of my underpants.
Billy was a bit hesitant so I stepped forward and opened his flies.
"Come on, let me see!"
He dropped his shorts and pulled his pants down. His cock began to get hard and I saw he had a few black hairs at the base. Not quite as many as me. I began to wank my cock, pulling the foreskin down as far as I could then, just over the tip of my pink knob. Billy watched. I stopped.
"You do it, too, Billy," I directed.
He held his shirt up and took hold of his prick rather limply.
"Take your shirt off first," I said.
He did as he was told and dropped his shirt on the pile of clothes on the floor. He watched as I rubbed my prick. Then he half copied again, not to my satisfaction.
"No, Billy, like this!"
I was in command. From my superior knowledge gained during that fateful week I stood by his side and gripped his shaft in the same way as I had experienced with all my wank partners at camp. I began to jack him off with a good, steady beat. Billy soon began to give voice in the same way as all my fellow wankers at camp. Soon the `oohs' and `aahs' changed to a longdrawn out "UUUUUUUUUNHH" as Billy came for the first time. He produced a succession of four or five spurts of the same type of watery come I had produced on my first attempts.
He gasped as I continued wanking him and then he grabbed my hand and moaned, "Please stop".
I was so worked up by now I gripped my own cock and gave it thirty or forty hefty strokes and shot five streams of a thicker, more creamy spunk, all over his bare belly also accompanied by a loud "UUUUUUUUUNHH". Billy flinched and was still gasping after his own orgasm.
"What was all that?" he asked in an almost tremulous voice.
"That's spunk," I said proudly, "What you make babies with. You know, what old Finch said male rabbits make. He said they made sperm. That's sperm. The boys at camp called it cum as well!"
Billy's face was a picture, then a great look of relief came over his face. He gabbled on about seeing the man his Uncle called the Artificial Inseminator come to the farm and he'd spied on him through a hole in the barn wall collecting loads of white stuff from his Uncle's bull and he didn't know what was happening until the son of the farmer on the next farm explained about it being put in cows to make calves and he hadn't believed him. I asked him how old the boy was. He said he thought he was eleven. I said from my store of knowledge gained from Scout camp that boys of eleven rarely made spunk so he wouldn't have known what boys could do when they were older only what bulls produced.
By this time our pricks had recovered from that preliminary wank. Billy's was beginning to rise again and mine followed suit.
Billy, the true gentleman, said, "Can I do it to you now?"
I wiped my first load of spunk off his belly with my shirt and put the shirt on the floor. Billy was a quick learner. He gripped my cock so tight I thought he was going to pull it off and then he gave me a wank even better than any of the ones I'd had during camp. I leaned back against him and shot up in the air. My prowess at shooting lots and at a distance was something I was developing young. Billy whistled as he saw the little fountain jet from my knob end. My cries were even louder this time so it was a good job no one was at home to hear me. As soon as I had put my hand down to stop him he let go of my still erect cock and placed my hand on his very hard length. I wanked him fast and furiously. When he came he made up for not shooting much for his second effort by bellowing like his Uncle's bull.
That was the start of many happy occasions. Billy came round the next afternoon telling me he'd done it twice more that night. I'd just had one more wank that day, or evening to be precise, with Tony Pearce after Scouts. He had to wank me for about ten minutes before I came and I had to explain about introducing Billy to the ancient art. Then, of course, as Gerry's cellar was a convenient haunt it wasn't long before Billy also joined in. So, as I mused and waited for the endofschool bell to go I found myself with the usual hardon. Luckily I was working by myself in the Library so there were no lookerson as I adjusted my underpants and stood up as the bell went.
Billy was already standing at the entrance to the bike shed when I got there. His glowering presence had a great calming effect on the younger boys rushing out to collect their bikes. The Captain of Rugby is not someone to argue with, especially when they have the remains of two black eyes and a heavily acned face. I grinned at him and we set off. He was particularly silent on our ride to my house. But, after a while he did say he'd given the `little fat fucker' a good run around during the First Year games he'd helped to supervise on Friday. Then he did grin and asked did I know who he was? I shook my head. He laughed and said he'd heard one of the other kids called the child Masters. After the game was over Billy had asked him his name and found out he was the younger brother of Brian Masters, the big Third Year Sixth Former on our first Easter Tour.
"Actually," said Billy, "He wasn't a bad little kid. When he was in the showers I saw he wasn't so much a fat little fucker as a pretty chunky little lad. I bet he'll be big like his brother. I did tell him I never wanted to hear about him telling tales as I bet he wouldn't want me to tell his brother about him." Billy laughed even more. "Poor kid, he nearly pissed himself when I said that so I don't think he'll be any trouble in the future."
At least Billy was in a bit more of a lighter mood as we cycled into our drive.
That lighter mood didn't last long. I made us some orange squash and found some biscuits which we took up to my room. Billy sat on my bed and looked very glum as I sorted out my Scout uniform. I took the initiative. I didn't like my best pal looking so sad.
"What's the matter, Billy?" I asked.
He didn't answer straight away. But looked up at me with soulful eyes. He had picked up my Scout scarf and was rather restlessly folding it and unfolding it.
"Are you still my best friend?" he asked after a lengthy silence.
"Of course I am," I said animatedly, "We've known each other long enough. You've always been my best friend ever since you held my hand 'cause you were scared that first day in Mrs Stacey's class."
He didn't even smile at that. Then it all came flooding out. "Oh, Jamie, I've been so sad and upset since you and Paul and Gerry and Charley told us you were couples. Please don't leave me out! I need you... you're my best friend... the only friend I really want... I don't mean 'cause I want you like Paul does... but I do want you like that as well... But he's got you like that... I know....."
He stopped a moment. My big, husky friend I thought never had any troubles looked so disconsolate I just knelt down beside him and put my arms round him and hugged him tight.
"Oh, Billy, you really are my best friend. I know I love Paul, but I love you too. Think of all the good times we've had together and we will in the future too."
A tear coursed down Billy's cheek.
"Oh, Jamie, I thought I'd lost you. You're so much cleverer than me and I thought you wanted Paul 'cause he's clever like you."
I hugged Billy even tighter and I felt my own tears running down my cheeks.
"I've never thought of you as not clever, Billy, I may be able to do Maths, but no one in Junior School could piss up a wall as high as you. I thought you were wonderful and I still do! You've looked after me and you've protected me. Remember that horrible Bernie Cummings in the Juniors. You bashed him when he got me in a corner one day. Think of all the times we've played together and been together and all the scrapes you've got me in. I really love you Billy and I wouldn't want you ever to forget that, I need you just as much as you need me."
Billy was just about to use my scarf to wipe his face when he noticed what he was holding and held it up and grinned. "Better not make that wet with my tears, eh?"
I leaned up and licked the salty tears off his face.
"Now I've got a bloody hardon," he grumbled.
I remembered my other thoughts on the way.
"Hey Billy," I said, "I do know I taught you something one day and it's something you learnt very quickly and have never forgotten, you big thick hunk!"
Billy looked up at me a bit startled, "What was that?" he demanded.
"I taught you how to wank, didn't I?" I said, with a note of triumph in my voice, "And if I'm not much mistaken you need to go through that lesson again today!"
I had stripped down to my underpants ready to put my Scout uniform on so it was a matter of seconds to slip them off and stand up displaying my own hardon.
"Come on Billy, let's replay that first day, slowcoach. You were a bit backward then, not knowing about that nice little tool you had between your legs."
"Not so little now," rumbled Billy, standing and casting off his school uniform in less time than I could say Jack Robinson.
His thick, heavy shaft was standing away from his belly at fortyfive degrees. Too thick and heavy to press up against his belly unlike my thinner, but longer prick.
Ever since that first wank with him I had been fascinated by the girth of his cock and also the amount of foreskin which sheathed his plump knob. Even on that first wank his skin slipped back easily so the full majesty of his pink helmet was revealed in full. It took me another six months of incessant work on my own foreskin before I could ease it all the way back to get my knob to pop out and it wasn't until I was fifteen could I pull it back and forth easily without a twinge of tightness. Now I was seventeen there was no problem. A gentle tug and the end was free. Billy's girth had increased more in proportion to the lengthening of his cock. Whereas I was just over seven inches in length now and four and a half round, Billy was exactly on six but he was seven inches round the fattest part in the middle. I knew all this from Gerry's meticulous measurements which he took every month for his charts.
Billy looked at me with a sly grin.
"Yeah, let's replay that day. It was the most wonderful day of my life. You scared me stiff when you grabbed my cock, I just wondered what you were doing. But I've forgiven you for attacking me like that."
He put a hand on my shoulder.
"I've forgiven you every day since then 'cause I don't think I've missed a day." He paused. "Have you?"
I laughed. "I don't think I have and if I did I've made up for it many times."
"Go on then, Jamie, do it like you did that first time. I think of that day almost every time I do it by myself. I think of you, Jamie. You're wonderful, Jamie. You're tall and handsome, not like ugly me."
I'd never heard Billy in this mood before. We had wanked, sucked and fucked so many times he was always in my mind too. But he wasn't ugly. He was Billy. I didn't grab his dick but stood in front of him and flung my arms around him and pressed my mouth against his ear as I massaged the muscles of his back.
"Oh, Billy, you are a fool!" I whispered, "You're our Billy, you couldn't be different. I think you're wonderful too and you certainly aren't ugly. To tell you the truth, when I don't think of Paul when I'm by myself I think of you. Your strength, your thoughtfulness, the way you keep us all cheerful, just you, Billy, just you."
We hugged each other for a long time. Our hands following the same kneading and massaging pattern over our backs. I felt at one with Billy. In the end I reached down and touched the thick shaft pressing into me. We stepped apart, tears coursing down Billy's cheeks as I faced him and wanked him slowly until his thick, creamy spunk jetted out all over me. He smiled and caught hold of my length and wanked me with the same gentle firmness until both of us stood bathed in each other's offerings of friendship and love.
I stepped forward and hugged him again. "We are each other's, Billy," I said, "Please always be my friend, especially when I haven't got Paul near me."
He looked up at me and I leaned down and kissed him full on the lips. We stopped kissing but still hugged.
Billy said in a low voice, "I'm much better now. The relief is wonderful and that was even more wonderful than that first time."
We squelched apart and went to the bathroom where we sponged each other's cum off ourselves.
Billy was back to his usual grumbling self. "You're taller than me, your prick's bigger and you shoot more spunk than I do and you wonder if I'm a bit despondent," he niggled, "At least my dick is fatter than yours and just wait 'til I get you on your back I'll fuck you rigid!"
"Promises, promises," I said, "But anytime, I'm yours."
We went back to my room and dressed. He made snide remarks about my short shorts and hairy legs and bet that I would have some young Scout's arse that night. I reached out and grabbed him in the area of his cock in his trousers and said he was only jealous because no young Scout would be able to fit his monster in comfortably and they would probably choke on it if they tried to suck it, they'd have to practice on a beer bottle! I knew Billy was back to being Billy, my staunchest friend.
I was late getting to Gerry's and he wanted to know where I'd been. I explained about Billy and he was as concerned as I had been about Billy's sadness. We resolved not to leave him out of our friendships.
Contrary to Billy's predictions I didn't have any adventures that evening after Scouts. We spent a lot of the time rehearsing the parade for next Monday and I went home deafened by the drum and bugle band which had thumped and blasted for what seemed like hours. That night in bed I had two wanks, one for Paul and one for Billy and was glad I had got such good and faithful friends.