Another New Experience
by David Heulfryn

 

Billy tried desperately not to look at me whenever I got ready for bed. Well, strip naked. I also started going naked to the bathroom to clean my teeth and wash before getting into bed. Dad caught me once but didn’t say anything. I noticed he started showing more skin, and I even saw him walking naked from the shower to his bedroom.

Every night before I went to sleep, I had a wank. Now I knew what pleasure my cock could give me, I was obsessed with it. The first time I wanked with Billy in the room, he did his best to ignore me. But he told me to do it in the bathroom when it became a nightly occurrence. I told him to stop being a prude. We both did it, so why hide what we were doing from each other? Billy brushed off my reasoning and was adamant that wanking was private and should be done alone.

Ross and I agreed to meet again at the weekend. He wanted to meet in Cockaigne again, but he told me what to wear this time. Ross said it would help me understand the town better. His instructions were to wear my grey sweatpants, but he insisted I didn’t wear underwear. He wanted me to freeball. I should also wear a tee shirt and, depending on the weather, a coat or hoodie. He told me he liked me in my hoodie; it made me look sexy and enigmatic. I didn’t care what the weather was like; I would wear my hoodie.

Billy kept up the pretence that he was talking to his mates, but I knew he was messaging Jenny because he giggled, and the bulge in his sweatpants kept swelling and deflating. When he put down his tablet, he would go to the bathroom to wank and change into his pyjama trousers.

On Saturday, I left early. I decided to catch the bus to Cockaigne. I didn’t like the idea of riding my bike with my cock and balls loose. Sitting in the old-fashioned wooded bus shelter, I looked forward to seeing Ross again.

I was alone in the bus shelter until I caught someone in the corner of my eye. The person stopped when he saw me. I looked at him, and it was Billy. His face was red in embarrassment.

“Are you going to Cockaigne too?” I asked.

“Yes,” Billy said. I’d caught him at the only bus stop in Suddene where the Cockaigne Express stopped. He had to be going to Cockaigne.

“Are you meeting Lochlan there?” I knew he was meeting Jenny, but he didn’t know I knew. “Seems strange because you both live here.”

Billy was shocked and couldn’t think fast enough to make an excuse.

“Please, Eric. I promise I will tell you later. I have planned to meet someone in Cockaigne. Please don’t ask me anything else. I’ll tell you tonight. But promise not to say anything to Mum and Dad; they think I hate Cockaigne.”

“So do I.” I interrupted him.

“I know, Eric. Please, just don’t ask me anything about it. Let’s go to Cockaigne and split up, and I’ll tell you tonight. I promise.”

“Okay, Billy.” I agreed. “I can’t wait to see Ross again. I wish we could see each other every day like you and Lochlan can.”

“He’s got a girlfriend now, so I’ve got more time now.”

“Sorry about that. Perhaps we could do more things together.” I suggested.

“Perhaps.” Billy sighed as the bus pulled up.

We got on and sat together in silence. Billy didn’t want to talk, and I was excited to see Ross.

The Cockaigne Express dropped us off in the town centre. Billy and I stood on the pavement.

“I’ll see you tonight,” Billy said and walked off, leaving me alone without giving me a chance to say goodbye.

I shrugged off Billy’s dismissiveness and headed to the town square. This time, Ross was waiting for me. The moment he saw me, he ran over and hugged and kissed me. I felt his tongue press against my lips, and his bulge prod my thigh. I let his tongue penetrate me, and as I felt it against mine, my cock went hard and pressed into him. It was the first time we kissed like this. I’d heard about it but wasn’t prepared for what the sensations would cause in me. The first time I heard about French kissing, I thought it disgusting. Now, it was the best thing since I’d learnt to masturbate.

Ross didn’t bother to hide the obscene bulge in his sweatpants. I started to hide mine, but once I noticed Ross didn’t care who had seen it, I let mine protrude unhindered.

I wondered if this was why Ross didn’t want me to wear underwear.

It was a warm day, and Ross took off his tee shirt and wrapped it around his waist. He was now bare-chested. I looked at his hairless chest and pink nipples. My cock surged again.

“Take your tee shirt off.” Ross encouraged me.

I saw the excitement on his face and couldn’t disappoint him. I pulled off my tee shirt and wrapped it around my waist like him.

“You look so sexy.” Ross looked at my bare chest.

“Come off it.” I guffawed, “You see me naked every week.”

“I know.” Ross placed his palm against my chest, just where my heart was. “But I think you look sexier every day I see you.”

I melted at his touch and words and kissed him. I let him push his tongue into my mouth again and felt my cock stiffen. His hand cupped and squeezed my cock through my grey sweatpants and stroked me a few times. I pushed him away as my cock was becoming too sensitive, and I didn’t want to cum.

I felt the air on my skin, and my nipples hardened. Ross noticed and kissed them.

“So cute.” He said and tickled my nipple with his tongue. I had to push him away as my cock was excited and wanted to cum.

We walked around Cockaigne wearing only our sweatpants, our cock’s loose beneath the fabric swinging as we went. It felt good and kind of exciting.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Ross said. “Bare-chested and being free down below. It feels like we’re not wearing anything.”

It did feel good, and I had no problems being naked at the pool. I wondered why I was reticent to go nude in the street. I suppose it was because most other people were clothed.

Ross stopped, and I had to turn and take a few steps back to him. He was pulling down his sweatpants and was soon only wearing his socks and trainers.

I looked around and saw that he was the only person naked. “Put them back on!”

“I like being naked. I’m naked at home all the time. Kerr is, as well. It’s normal, Eric and I’m not getting dressed.” I sighed; he wasn’t going to cover up. Instead, he threw his clothes at me and told me to hold them.

I tied his clothes around my waist, and we started walking again.

Ross noticed I seemed distracted. I mentioned that Billy rode the bus to Cockaigne with me to meet someone. I didn’t tell him anything else. We went to the park and found a private spot. We lay on the grass, and we started to kiss. My hand went to feel Ross’ exposed cock. I stroked him to make him hard. Ross rolled off me onto his back. I kept wanking him, and I kissed his naked body, his neck, his nipples. I liked to flick his nipples with my tongue. Each time I did it, I could feel his cock throb in my hand. I kept stroking Ross until he came. His cock pulsated in my hand and shot cum along his body. I moved so that he wouldn’t cum on me, and I positioned his cock so that his torso glistened with cum.

I rolled onto my back and lay next to him while he recovered from his orgasm. I looked at the sky and clouds as they drifted by. It was a warm autumn day, perfect for being naked. But I wasn’t ready yet.

Beside me, Ross smeared his cum over his chest and belly, and it quickly dried.

My cock was hard, and tenting my grey sweatpants. Ross reached for it and gave my cock a squeeze. He let go and rolled on his side.

“There’s no one watching, Eric. I know you don’t want to be naked, but I want to suck your cock now. Will you let me?”

I lifted my head and looked around. We were in a little nook, and I couldn’t see anybody. I nodded my head.

Ross pulled the front of my sweatpants down, and I felt him devour my cock. It hit the back of his mouth. His tongue played with it, and his hands fondled my balls. It felt great to feel his gentle touch on my balls. I felt guilty that I didn’t do the same to Ross. I would have to remember to play with his balls the next time I played with his cock.

My balls became tender, and my hands grasped the blades of grass. I ripped some up and grabbed some more. My cock exploded into Ross’ mouth. I felt his throat swallow my cum, and his tongue gently caressed my shaft, cleaning me. He held my cock in his hand and waved it in the air to dry.

“I don’t want it to leave a damp patch on your sweats.”

He was so considerate.

Ross pulled up my sweatpants and patted my crotch.

“What does my cum taste like?” I wondered.

“A little salty, I think. Have you never tasted it?”

“No. I’m not sure I want to.”

“Well, you don’t have to. But does it bother you that I do?” Ross asked.

“No.”

“You do have a choice when someone cums in your mouth. You can spit it out or swallow it. I like to feel how your cock throbs and pulses between my lips. It makes me feel so good. Your lips are very sensitive, and you can feel everything.”

“I’m not sure I’m ready for that yet,” I admitted.

Ross turned and looked at me. He placed a hand on my chest, “You don’t have to. Just because I do something to you doesn’t mean I expect you to do the same to me. I only want you to do what you’re comfortable with. I don’t care if you never give me a blowjob as long as I can spend time with you. I really like you, Eric.” He gently kissed me.

“I really like you, too.” My head felt euphoric, and I closed my eyes.

 

I didn’t see Billy on the bus back home; he must have caught a later bus, as he wasn’t home when I arrived. There were a few awkward words with Mum and Dad about how my date with Ross was. I didn’t consider it a date. I thought we were just hanging out. But I supposed it was a date; we had lunch, we kissed, and we made each other cum. Of course, I never mentioned the cumming to Mum and Dad.

Billy kept up the pretence that he was with his friend, Lochlan, all day, kicking a ball around and then going back to his place to play some games on his games console. After dinner, Billy disappeared into our bedroom, and I stayed downstairs with Mum and Dad to give him some privacy. I knew he would be speaking to Jenny and possibly being nervous about explaining his presence in Cockaigne to me later. I asked Mum and Dad about Cockaigne, and they told me more about that special place. I found it interesting and was fascinated to learn about similar towns elsewhere. Mum and Dad used to go there when they were younger. Mum giggled when she said they went naked a few times and even made love in the park once. She snuggled up to Dad, and he hugged her, saying they might go back and try again in the summer.

As only a fourteen-year-old boy can, I groaned and let out a theatrical “Eurgh!” at the thought of my parent having sex. I could tell they were getting amorous, so I told them I was going to bed.

After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I entered my bedroom.

“Sorry, gotta go,” Billy said sharply and slapped the cover of his tablet closed.

“You didn’t need to hang up.” I sat on my bed and looked at my brother lying on his back.

“We were finished anyway.”

“Who was it? Locky?” I knew damn well who he was talking to.

“No.” Billy sighed. He knew the moment had come for him to come clean.

I took off my tee shirt and pulled off my white socks. I got a whiff of them and threw them to the other side of the room. Billy looked over at me and my bare chest.

“So who was it?” I asked, “And you promised to tell me why you went to Cockaigne today.” I stood up and pulled down my sweatpants. I noticed Billy’s eyes widen as he discovered I wasn’t wearing underwear. I let my brother take another good look at my cock before I sat down. I expected him to say something about my nudity, but he refrained. “I had a good time in Cockaigne with Ross. So why were you there?”

Billy cleared his throat. “Well, please don’t tell anyone but I had a date.”

“Really!” I pretended to be shocked. “Who with? Does she live in Cockaigne? Or is it a he?” I teased.

“It’s a she, Eric. And she does live in Cockaigne. We met on the internet, and we liked each other.”

“Does she go naked in Cockaigne, like Ross? Do you go naked with her?” I rocked on my bed, excited.

“No, she doesn’t, and neither do I!” Billy was pissed off that I thought they went around naked.

“Have you seen her naked?” I asked, knowing he had pictures of her on his tablet.

Billy blushed and looked away.

“You have! Has she seen you naked?”

Billy couldn’t look at me.

“She has!” I giggled, “You sly bugger. You finally got your cock out and let someone see it.”

“Eric!” Billy was bright red.

I went over and hugged him as he lay on his bed. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Got off me, you fool.”

I went back and sat on my bed. Billy sat up and looked across the room at me.

“Have you done anything together?” I changed my tone so he knew I wasn’t teasing him anymore.

“Only kissed,” Billy admitted.

“Do you want to?”

“I don’t know.” Billy looked at his feet. “You know I’m not that confident when it comes to things like that.”

“I know, Billy.”

“You never used to go around naked. I never saw you naked until recently. What’s happened? How did you get so comfortable all of a sudden? You can’t just throw away a lifetime of modesty by going to that bloody town.” Billy sounded angry at Cockaigne.

I joined Billy on his bed and wrapped my arm around his shoulder. I gave him a gentle squeeze.

“I suppose I’ve always been comfortable being naked, but I always looked at you for how to behave. You’re my big brother, and I look up to you. Because you were modest, I always thought I should be. But when I was naked at the CYMA, it unleashed me. I love being naked, but I’m still not totally comfortable with it.”

“In what way?” Billy looked at me, and I saw the tenderness in his eyes.

“Well, Ross is happy being naked in the streets of Cockaigne, even if he is the only one. I’m happy being naked at the pool, as everyone is naked. But I still feel uncomfortable with being the only one naked among others wearing clothes.”

“Really.” Billy was surprised. “But what about me? You seem okay with being naked around me when I’m fully dressed.” I noticed Billy’s eyes lowered to look at my naked crotch.

I had to think about it. “I suppose it’s because I trust you and know you. I feel safe to be me when you’re around. You’ve never made fun of me or been horrible to me. Not really. We’ve argued and even punched each other, but we always make up.”

“I suppose,” Billy mumbled.

“And you don’t make fun of my tiny dick and boyish body.” I tried to lighten the mood.

“You don’t have a tiny dick, Eric. And you look just right for a boy your age.”

“Thanks, Billy. Does it bother you if I masturbate with you in the room?”

“I’ve got used to it.” Billy sighed.

“I can stop it if you like and wank in the bathroom like you do.”

Billy blushed. Even though every teenage boy did it, he still found it embarrassing to think of people knowing he masturbated.

“No. I don’t want to stop you. Just because I can’t do it, you should do it if you are comfortable doing it with me in the room.”

“I wouldn’t mind if you did it with me in the room. Perhaps we could do it together?” I ventured.

“I don’t think so.” Billy was adamant.

It was nice talking to Billy. I felt him on his bed and went back to lay on mine. I fondled my cock as we continued talking. I got hard, but I didn’t have a wank. I was just playing with it. When Billy wanted to get ready for bed, I could tell he pushed himself to undress in front of me. He stripped down to his underwear but turned his back to me when he took off his white briefs. I got another rare look at his arse before he pulled on his pyjama trousers. I got under my duvet and covered up my naked body. I kept playing with my cock as Billy turned off the light, and we went to sleep.

 

I was always excited on Mondays. It was beginning to irritate Billy and Mum and Dad. But they knew how much I looked forward to my swimming lessons and seeing Ross again.

When I got home from school, I changed into sweatpants and a tee shirt. Billy watched me and commented about me not wearing underwear again. I couldn’t see the point if I was going to be naked as soon as I got to the pool.

Dad refused to take me early. He’d had a bad day at work and wanted an extra fifteen minutes to drink his coffee and wind down. I was disappointed, but I didn’t nag him. I left him alone. I waited in my room with Billy as he lay on his bed, messaging his girlfriend.

“I wish you would come with us one day and see how good I’m getting.” I beamed, “You’d be proud of me.”

“I don’t think so,” Billy mumbled.

“I know you would have to be naked, and that would make you feel uncomfortable. So I understand, but I can wish, can’t I?”

“Is it time you were off?”

“Not for another ten minutes. Dad wants some time to get over a bad day at work.”

“So I have the pleasure of your company for another ten minutes.” Billy sighed. He liked to be alone when messaging Jenny.

I kept checking my watch until I heard Dad shout upstairs that it was time to go. I ran down, not even saying goodbye to Billy, and got in the car. My cock was hard in anticipation of seeing Ross. Dad noticed, but I hid it from Mum.

Ross was already in the shower when I entered the locker room. His brother was next to him. I stripped quickly and joined them. Ross kissed me, his tongue penetrating my lips and his hand grasping my hard cock. I didn’t last long. The anticipation of seeing Ross had me so worked up I was cumming over Ross’ leg after a few strokes. Ross laughed, but he wasn’t being mean about me being quick on the trigger. He seemed to like me cumming on him. I noticed his cock was hard, and I grabbed it and wanked him off. I pointed his cock onto my leg as he came. We then washed each other.

Dad shared Kerr’s shower. They chatted as they washed, but I wasn’t listening to them. I did notice that they both had erections. Dad’s was long and thick. It swayed as he knocked it as he washed his belly.

Ross leaned close to me and whispered into my ear. “My brother seems to be going out with Mr Andersson.”

“How do you know?” I asked.

“Well, I first suspected something was going on when I came home on Saturday and found Mr Andersson fucking Kerr in the kitchen.” Ross grinned at me.

“No fucking way!” My jaw slackened, and water entered my mouth. I spat it out over Ross’ chest and giggled. My cock went rigid as I looked over at Kerr and imagined him having sex with our swimming teacher.

I didn’t notice Lars come over to us. He slapped me on the back, “Hi, Guys.” He had a broad smile on his face. He looked over at Ross’ brother. “Hi, Kerr. Nice to see you again.”

“Hi, Lars.” I watched Kerr wink at the blond boy.

“Why aren’t you all lined up!” The booming voice echoed through the locker room and penetrated the sound of flowing water in the showers. We dashed to the door and lined up, dripping wet. The gorilla seemed unhappy, but I don’t think I’d ever seen him smile. “Get in the pool before I paddle every one of your arses!” He moved aside to allow us to file out to the pool.

Mr Andersson was standing by the shallow end of the pool. Despite the shouting from the gorilla, he was smiling, and I noticed he was looking at Kerr as he walked over. We jumped in the pool. Kerr gave Mr Andersson a peck on the lips and then joined us in the water.

Our swimming lessons never felt like hard work, and we enjoyed trying the new techniques Mr Andersson showed us. Plenty of water was swallowed, but everyone smiled when they stopped choking. I was glad when Dad helped Ross and me as we tried to swim. In this lesson, we practised arm movements so we couldn’t use any floats. There was plenty of splashing and plenty of laughing.

After the lesson, we crowded into the showers, and Ross couldn’t wait for my cock to harden before he knelt and swallowed my cock. It was a new sensation for me as I felt his tongue and lips on my soft cock while it gradually inflated to fill his mouth. While my cock was in his mouth, his hands played with my body. He cupped my balls and fondled them before I felt a finger probe further between my legs, and I felt his fingertip tickle my hole. I groaned, and I felt my anus flex. I don’t think Ross intended it, but his fingertip entered me, and my cock exploded. I let out a loud guttural groan as my cock spewed into Ross’ mouth.

When my cock calmed and I could open my eyes again, I noticed all eyes were on me, and a spontaneous round of applause began. It seemed my intense orgasm was watched by all the boys, even the younger ones who didn’t really understand what was happening. Dad gave me a look that he was proud of me, his cock hard and his hand squeezing it.

I felt exhausted and let Ross wash my body. I didn’t help him, but he didn’t mind. Ross took good care of me and dried me when I sat on the bench in front of my locker. I’d not been dried after a bath or shower since I was a toddler. It didn’t make me feel like a helpless toddler again, and Ross didn’t make it seem like a chore but something that gave him pleasure.

I dressed as Ross dried himself, and he kissed me before we said goodbye, promising to meet again on Saturday. I suggested he come to Suddene, but he said he would do that soon. Next weekend, Ross wanted to take me to his home.

 

Dad drove me home and asked me about my orgasm. He asked me if Ross had pushed his finger inside my arse.

“He touched my anus and tickled me. It felt so good, Dad. I love it when he does that.”

“It does feel good.” Dad agreed, “But did he go further?”

“Not intentionally. My arse just seemed to flinch, and his fingertip went inside. That’s when I came. It was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

“I’m pleased for you.” Dad kept his eye on the road. “I don’t want to tell you what to do or how far to go; it’s important that you move at your own pace, Eric.”

“What do you mean, Dad?” I wondered what he was trying to say.

“You are only fourteen, Eric. You are discovering sex, your sexuality and what you enjoy. But anal sex is very difficult and can hurt. I don’t want you to feel obligated to do it with Ross. It is usually something that people do when they are older.”

“Have you done it, Dad?” I asked.

Dad laughed, “You don’t hold back, do you? If you are asking if I have pushed my dick into an arse? Then, yes. A girlfriend I had before I met your mother enjoyed it and asked me to fuck her in the arse.”

“What about someone fucking you in the arse?” I asked.

Dad laughed nervously, “Most fathers and sons don’t have this type of conversation.” He paused, “But I should be honest with you. Yes, I have. It was when I was at university, and I had a boyfriend. Well, he wasn’t really a boyfriend, more like a fuck buddy. We messed around, and I allowed him to fuck.”

“Really! I never knew.” I didn’t know my Dad as well as I thought I did. “Did it hurt?”

“Eric, it hurt like hell to begin with. He had to stuff a pillow in my mouth to stop me screaming and people thinking he was killing me. But he didn’t prepare me properly. I know that now. But after I got through the pain, it felt fucking fantastic.”

“Really! How many times have you done it?”

“We did it a few times,” Dad admitted.

“Did you fuck him?”

“Oh, yes. Sometimes we would fuck each other on the same night. Other times, he fucked me, and sometimes, I fucked him.”

“Who was it?” I wondered, and Dad went quiet. “Do we know him? Do you still see him?”

We were nearly home. “We’d better leave it for now. We’re home.”

It was a convenient excuse for Dad not to tell me. But it didn’t stop me from wondering who it could be. I was about to get out of the car when Dad grabbed my arm. “Remember, what we discuss is private, so keep it to yourself. Don’t mention it to Mum or Billy.”

“I know, Dad.” I shrugged and went inside. Like last week, I grabbed some biscuits and went to my bedroom.

Billy was lying on his bed. His hand was down his sweatpants, and his other hand held his tablet. I was surprised he didn’t immediately pull his hand out. Instead, he kept it there, his fingers fondling his cock for a few seconds before he took out his hand. I looked at his bulge as I stuffed a biscuit into my mouth.

“Looks like you enjoyed talking to Jenny,” I mumbled through a mouthful of biscuits, crumbs falling to the floor.

“Watch it, Eric.” Billy frowned, “Those crumbs are going everywhere.”

I swallowed my biscuit and sat on my bed. “When are you going to tell Mum and Dad.” I took off my tee shirt.

“Never.” Billy looked back at his tablet and typed something. I noticed his lips curl as he tried to hide a smile.

“Are you seeing her next Saturday?”

“Yep.”

“I’m seeing Ross, too. We can go together again.”

“Whatever.” Billy was dismissive as he typed again.

What’s the point in having a brother if they don’t talk to you? I huffed and kicked off my trainers. I stared at him as he continued his written conversation with Jenny. I pulled my leg up so I could take off the sock. I grinned and threw it at Billy. I didn’t aim at anything but giggled when it landed on his face.

Billy jerked his head and grabbed the sock, throwing it back at me. “Fuck off, Eric. Don’t be disgusting.”

I kept giggling and took off my other sock. I threw it at him, ensuring it didn’t hit his face. It landed on his knees.

“Very funny.” Billy left my sock where it landed.

I stood up and took off my sweatpants. I was now naked and stood by my bed, looking at Billy. He was determined not to look at me, so I stepped forward. I sensed him smile.

Billy swiftly turned and pointed his tablet at me, and I heard the sound of a camera shutter. My hands instinctively covered my cock and balls.

“Billy!” I stepped back and sat down to cover myself, but he kept his tablet pointing at me and took another picture. “Billy! Stop it. Delete those pictures.”

He repositioned himself and typed something on his tablet.

“Billy! You’re not sending those to your girlfriend, are you?”

He laughed at me, and I ran to him and tried to grab the tablet from his hand. He snatched it away from me and turned his back to me as I leaned over him to try and reach it.

Billy was laughing. “Stop it, Eric. Get your naked body off me. I didn’t send it.”

I stopped struggling and sat on his bed.

“Sorry, Eric.” Billy stopped laughing. “I promise I didn’t send them to her. Do you want to look at them? You look kinda cute.”

Billy fiddled with his tablet and showed me the screen. The picture was of me standing naked. I did look cute. The following picture showed me sitting on my bed, head lowered, looking forlorn. You couldn’t see my cock in that picture.

“I think I prefer this picture. You look kinda sad and embarrassed after me taking the other picture. It makes me want to come over and hug you.”

“I could do with a hug,” I said.

Billy put down his tablet, and we shared an awkward hug on his bed.

 

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