The Pleasure of the Cock
by David Heulfryn

 

I rushed home when the final bell rang at school. My friend Zack wondered why I was in a rush. I told him I needed to get home and get ready for my swimming lesson. He couldn’t wait until I could swim to go to the pool together.

No one was home when I got there, and once I had taken off my school uniform, I dressed in my grey sweatpants and tee shirt. I didn’t bother wearing the jockstrap or underwear this time; I let my metal cage hang loose and swing as I walked. I was excited to have it removed, and my cock kept trying to get hard in anticipation.

When Billy got home, he saw how jittery I was and shook his head. He went to our bedroom to get changed. I followed him up.

“I can’t wait for this to come off.” I pulled down the front of my sweatpants and showed him the metal cage that confined my cock.

“I’m not having you bouncing off the walls until you go to the pool. Just settle down. You must have some homework to do?” Billy huffed and pulled off his tie, and unbuttoned his shirt.

“I can’t do homework. I can’t concentrate. Give me that.” I held out my hand to take his shirt and tie. He pulled on a tee shirt while I hung them up. I needed something to occupy me, and hanging up Billy’s school uniform seemed as good as any. I waited until he took off his trousers. I folded them and hung them up. When I turned back to Billy, he had put on his grey sweatpants.

“You make a good valet.” Billy joked. “It would be nice to have you do things for me. Go and make me a sandwich.”

“Okay!” I said excitedly and ran downstairs. I didn’t care that the cock cage kept slapping against my thighs.

I stuck my head in the fridge and grabbed what I could. Ham and cheese, Billy liked ham and cheese. I made us both a sandwich and shouted upstairs that it was ready. I also poured him a glass of milk.

“I was joking, Eric.” Billy came into the kitchen and grabbed what I had made. “But thanks, I appreciate it.”

We ate, and Billy drank his milk. I giggled as he rubbed his hand over his mouth to wipe away his milk moustache.

I wiped up the crumbs from the kitchen top and cleared them up.

“Can I expect this every day?” Billy grinned.

“We should take turns. Tomorrow, you can do it for me.”

“Dream on, Eric. I’m going to get my homework out of the way. You stay down here and let me concentrate.”

Billy left me, and I felt disappointed. I had to entertain myself, so I went and watched some television until Mum got home. Dad got home shortly afterwards. He must have left work early. He could tell how excited I was.

We left early. Dad wanted me out of the house so I would calm down. As we left, Mum kissed my cheek. “Be good.” She told me. I looked shocked. What did she mean by that? Had Dad told her what happened to me? I asked Dad when we got in the car.

“Have you told Mum what happened last week?”

“No. I promised I wouldn’t.” Dad reassured me.

“What did she mean by, be good?” I asked.

“I think that was about Ross. I told her that he was your boyfriend last night. She doesn’t want you to get up to anything with him, especially because she knows you are both naked during these lessons.”

“Does she know what we have got up to in the showers?”

“No, that is just between us. And Ross, of course. I would never tell her or Billy. Your mum will probably think you are too young to experiment with Ross. Most teenagers your age just kiss. You have already done so much more with Ross. But your mum is not stupid; she may have guessed you had done something with Ross.”

I blushed.

We were the first people to arrive at the pool. I couldn’t strip quick enough, and I ran into the showers. I watched Dad undress as I washed myself. It was awkward washing my crotch while wearing the metal cage, but I did my best.

My cock thickened as I saw Dad pull down his underwear and reveal his thick cock. He smiled at me as he took the shower next to me.

“It’s nice to do things together, Eric.” Dad started rinsing and lathering up with shower gel.

“It is. I wish Billy would do things with us.” I looked over at Dad washing his crotch. “It seems he doesn’t ever want to do things with the family.”

“Well, he’s sixteen. He’s spreading his wings.”

“He never admitted to me he went on a date.”

“He’ll tell us in his own time. It may not be serious. It may not last.”

The door to the locker room opened, and Ross grinned when he saw me. He also turned up early. A young man followed him through the door. I’d never seen him before.

Ross ran to a bench, stripped quickly, and joined me in the shower. He hugged and kissed me. I heard our metal cages clanging together. His hands reached down and squeezed my buttocks. I didn’t feel any pain, and his touch made my cock thicken.

Beside me, Dad had rinsed off and was heading to the pool.

The young man who followed Ross into the locker room was picking up the clothes Ross had left strewn over the floor. I nudged Ross and asked him who the man was.

Ross took my hand and led me from the shower. We were both dripping wet as we approached the man.

“Eric. This is my brother, Kerr. He was keen to meet you.”

Don’t ask me why, but I became shy and covered my caged cock with my hands. I realised how stupid it was and held out my hand to greet the man. “I’m Eric. It’s nice to meet you.”

Kerr shook my wet hand. “Nice to meet the boy who has turned my brother into a gibbering wreck. He doesn’t stop talking about you.”

I blushed, thinking the man knew what we had done in the showers after our swimming lesson. I’d grown up thinking sex was private, but my first experience of it was in a communal shower with other boys watching. It would take some time for me to get used to the idea.

“Don’t worry, Eric. It’s all good.”

“Where’s your Dad?” Ross asked.

“Gone to the pool for some reason.”

Ross and I sat down while Kerr began to undress. I nudged Ross. He knew I wondered why his brother was taking off his clothes.

“Kerr is going to join us. He’s going to watch us poolside.”

“Oh,” I said.

Dad came back in the locker room with Mr Andersson. My eyes darted between them, looking at their swinging cocks. Dad was longer and thicker than our teacher, but Mr Andersson was tall, slim and cute. I preferred to look at his cock.

“I’m surprised to see you boys here so early.” Mr Andersson looked at us. “Mr Ashworth has spent the last few minutes telling me about you two. It seems you have learnt your lesson, bringing you closer together.”

“I can confirm that Ross has been exceptionally good this week.” Kerr stood in only his white briefs. “I’m Kerr, Ross’ brother.”

Kerr and the teacher shook hands. “Pleased to meet you, Mr MacKenzie.”

“Kerr, please. Mr MacKenzie is our father.” Kerr smiled at Mr Andersson.

“Morgan.” They shook hands again. “Will you be joining us this session?” Mr Andersson asked.

“That’s the intention. If that’s alright with you?” Kerr queried.

“The more the merrier. Mr Ashworth comes to every session and helps in the pool. You can help, too, if you want. It’ll be more interesting than sitting on the side.”

“Thank you, Morgan.” Kerr slowly pulled down his white briefs and exposed his cock to us. I swear he tried to do it as seductively as possible, and his cock looked to be half hard. It seemed that Kerr was interested in Morgan.

“Okay, boys.” The teacher sat on the bench. “I’ve decided to remove the cages before the lesson starts. Eric, stand in front of me.”

I did as I was told, and my cock thickened in anticipation. I had been looking forward to this moment all week. My cock would be free at last.

Morgan fiddled with the rim that was partially hidden in my pubes. I heard a click, and he pulled off the device. As soon as my cock was free, it became hard and throbbed. I groaned at the pleasure of being able to get hard again. I was tempted to stroke it but resisted.

“Go ahead, touch it,” Morgan said as I stood before him.

I gripped my hard cock, and I felt it throb and erupt after a single stroke. I was stunned that I came so quickly. I couldn’t stop myself. My cock ejaculated with a force I’d never felt before. My cum flew from my cock and hit Morgan in the chest and abdomen.

My face dropped when I realised I had cum on my teacher. “Sorry, Sir. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to. It was a total accident. I’ll rub it off.” I reached over and tried to scoop up my cum from his chest and belly. All I managed to do was smear it over him. “Please don’t punish me. I’m so sorry, Sir.”

I was amazed when he laughed. “Don’t worry. Things happen. Especially when you touch a hard cock. Get in the shower and clean yourself up.”

My cock was still hard as I rushed to the showers. I noticed that Ross had better control. He didn’t cum over the teacher when his metal cage was removed. Ross joined me in the showers.

“You have a very excitable boy there, Mr Ashworth.” Morgan smiled at Dad as he stood up and looked at my smeared cum on his chest.

“Ken, please.”

“But we should be on more formal terms when we are poolside. But as I’m covered in your son’s semen, call me Morgan.” The teacher laughed.

Morgan and Kerr joined us in the showers. They went to the other side from us but looked over when I grunted and shot another load of cum after Ross wanked me off. My hand was still on Ross’ cock as I stroked him. He came soon after me.

We looked over at Kerr and Morgan as we washed ourselves. Kerr was soaping up Morgan’s chest. It looked like he was being gentle. I noticed that Morgan had got an erection. His cock looked even more beautiful hard. My cock responded, and I stroked it as I watched the tender exchange between Kerr and Morgan. Ross noticed I was engrossed in their tender display. He took over, stroking my cock as I watched. Kerr was now hard and soaping up Morgan’s cock. It was hidden in a cloud of soap suds, and Kerr was stroking it.

Ross’ touch on my cock had the desired effect, and I came for the third time in ten minutes. My balls felt drained, and my cock finally subsided. I felt Ross cum on my leg. He’d been wanking us both at the same time.

I heard Morgan grunt. He was coming. Kerr leant into him and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. It wasn’t a passionate kiss, not in front of us. But it seemed there was something between the two men.

Ross was smiling. “I hope it works out for him. Kerr needs to live his life again and not concentrate on me so much.”

“They do make a cute couple,” I said.

“I know. I didn’t know Mr Andersson liked boys. He’s my PE teacher at school, and no one has any idea.”

“Are you going to tell people?”

“I wouldn’t do that to him or Kerr. They deserve to keep it private if they want to.”

I hadn’t noticed that the locker room was getting busy. The other kids were arriving and starting to come into the showers. Morgan and Kerr rinsed themselves and left to go poolside. Dad rinsed off and waited by the door as the boys lined up, ready for their lesson.

As usual, the gorilla opened the door, bellowed at us, and shouted at us to get in the pool.

Dad led the way, and I watched Ross’ arse as he walked in front of me. He still had some bruising, but it was hardly noticeable now.

We jumped into the pool, the way we had been taught, and Mr Andersson got our attention. He pointed to a boy and asked him a question.

“Give me one rule of the pool.”

The boy looked about seven and seemed nervous at being singled out. He hesitated before answering. “No running.”

Mr Andersson pointed to three other boys and asked them to tell him a rule. They all got them right. We were then told to practice what we had learnt so far before he would teach us something new.

The something new was floating on our back, then rolling onto our front for a few seconds and standing up. We had to do this without any floatation aids. Once we could do that, we had to do the opposite: float on our front with our faces in the water, roll onto our backs for a few seconds and then stand up.

Dad, Kerr and Mr Andersson helped some of the youngsters. We were paired up again, so one person was watching and would be there to help if they sank or couldn’t float. Ross learnt to roll in the water quickly. He was beaming with pride. I initially struggled, but Ross helped me, and I soon started rolling in the water like a crocodile.

We had fun for the last few minutes of the lesson until Mr Andersson had us lined up in the pool and told us he wanted to see us lift ourselves out of the pool; we weren’t allowed to use the ladder. He showed us what to do and demonstrated the technique. I forgot to look at the technique. I was busy enjoying his pale arse. He stood on the side and then jumped back in to help us.

The little ones started. Some struggled, and the smallest boys moved to the shallowest part of the pool and tried again. It worked for most, but some still couldn’t manage it. Mr Andersson told them to use the ladder but to keep trying every week as it was something they needed to manage to pass the course.

Ross and I enjoyed watching the cute arses as they pulled themselves out of the pool. Ross kept his hand in the water and started to fondle my soft cock. I got hard and told him to stop. I didn’t want to be punished again.

“I only want you hard and ready for when I get you in the shower,” Ross whispered in my ear. Then it was my turn.

I lifted myself easily and walked to the showers. My hard cock pointed the way. It didn’t go unnoticed by Dad or Kerr; Mr Andersson was too busy checking if the boys had the correct technique for lifting themselves out.

Ross followed, but his cock was still soft.

The showers were busy. Our group was the last to leave the pool. Usually, we were the first, and I struggled to find a free showerhead.

Lars, the blond brother of our teacher, beckoned me over to share his. I was reluctant at first as he was the boy that ejaculated over me and encouraged to also shoot their cum over Ross and me. It was additional punishment from the boys.

“No hard feeling, Eric?” He started to soap up my chest. “Your punishment is over, so nothing else will happen.” Lars laughed, “Unless you are naughty again. I noticed you came in with a hard-on,” Lars soaped up my cock, stroking it, “You didn’t cum in the pool again, I hope.” He teased me.

“No. No. I promise. I’ll never do it again.” I was afraid he would punish me again. I didn’t realise he was teasing me.

Lars laughed, “Chill, Eric, I was joking. I know you didn’t spunk in the pool.” He kept stroking my cock as Ross came over. He didn’t look happy that Lars was holding his boyfriend’s cock.

“Is everything alright, Eric?” Ross glared at Lars.

“It’s fine, Ross. He’s just telling me we won’t be punished any further and can be friends.”

Lars let go of my cock and rinsed his body to vacate the showerhead so Ross could join me.

“I’m all done.” Lars told Ross, “You take my place. I’ll enjoy watching you two. You look so cute together.”

Lars slapped Ross on the back and left to grab a towel.

Ross joined me and immediately kissed me. As our lips touched, his hand stroked my cock.

“I prefer it when you touch me,” I said as we drew in some air.

Ross slowly dropped to his knees, his lips kissing me on the way down. My cock throbbed as he sucked on a nipple and again when his tongue tickled my belly button.

I tried to retrain myself when I felt his lips on my cock. I didn’t want to explode. I wanted to enjoy his lips on my cock.

He sucked me and caressed my balls. His other hand rested on my buttock, and I felt it creep toward my cleft. His finger pushed in, and he tickled my hole. My balls ached, and my cock throbbed. I couldn’t stop myself. I came in his mouth and could feel his throat swallowing my cum.

After a week of celibacy, I’d cum four times in a short space of time. I felt exhausted and leant against the tiles.

Ross stood near me and was frantically wanking his cock. He grunted and came over me. His spunk landed in my pubes and over my cock. He reached out and rubbed his cum over my body. My cock responded, but I only managed to get half hard. Ross kissed me a final time, and we washed each other clean of cum and chlorine.

Dad and Kerr shared a shower. I noticed my Dad was hard, and Kerr was washing my Dad’s body. He rinsed the soap suds from him and started to wank my Dad. I was surprised that Dad didn’t stop him. I was even more surprised when Kerr dropped to his knees and took my Dad’s thick cock into his mouth. Dad’s eyes were closed as he enjoyed the sensation. I felt guilty watching my Dad receive a blowjob, but I couldn’t look away. Ross also watched. My cock was too drained to rise, but I did find it exhilarating. Dad’s body jerked, and he groaned. He was shooting his cum down Kerr’s throat.

What happened next shocked me.

Dad went down on Kerr.

Kerr stood up, and they swapped places. Dad took Kerr’s cock into his mouth and began to suck him. He played with Kerr’s balls, and I noticed his other hand squeezed Kerr’s buttocks.

Despite being overworked, my cock went rigid as I watched Dad pleasure Ross’ brother. Ross stood next to me, his cock as hard as mine.

We stood side by side wanking as we watched my Dad suck His brother’s cock.

Kerr didn’t last long, and we watched him cum down my Dad’s throat. As his cock stopped throbbing, Dad pulled his lips from Kerr’s cock and licked it clean.

Ross and I came in unison. Our cum sprayed the shower floor away from the spray, so it remained on the tiles. Whoever cleaned the locker room would have to mop it up.

I went under the shower spray again to rinse my cock again and then grabbed a towel and sat on a bench, drying my body. Ross stood in front of me, rubbing the towel over his wet skin. I noticed Dad was grabbing a towel, and I looked away. I’d just seen him suck off another man and swallow his cum. I was embarrassed that I’d watched and couldn’t look him in the eye.

Dad sat next to me. I looked away.

“That was a good lesson, Eric. You did well.” Dad spoke, trying to act normal.

“I had fun,” I said flatly.

“I can tell you’re embarrassed, confused or upset. But we’ll talk when we’re alone. Finish drying yourself and get dressed.” Dad stood up and dried himself. I glanced over and saw his thick cock. The cock that had been in my boyfriend’s brother’s mouth.

Kerr came over and took his clothes from the locker he shared with Ross. There was noise all around me, but I shielded myself from it and concentrated on getting dressed.

I threw my damp towel in the basket so it could be cleaned. I said goodbye to Ross. He took me to one side.

“It’s alright, Eric,” Ross spoke in a hushed voice. “This is Cockaigne. I don’t mind what my brother and your Dad did. It was consensual, so it was fine.”

“It may be fine here, but not where I come from.”

“Come on, Eric. Let’s go.” Dad called me over.

“I’ll call you. Do you want to meet again on Saturday?” Ross asked.

“I do.” I kissed him and joined my Dad as we walked to the car.

He didn’t start the car when we got in; instead, Dad looked at me.

“Okay, Eric. What do you want to know?”

“What about Mum? Are you gay?” I looked forward, not at Dad.

“I still love your mum. We have a good sex life,” I squirmed in my seat, “and she knows what happens in Cockaigne. I’m not gay, but not entirely straight either. Cockaigne allows you to express your sexuality without shame or guilt.”

“Yes, but does she know that you…?”

“We have both visited Cockaigne and engaged in the opportunities it has given us. Your mum is busy looking after you, Billy, and the house to have much spare time. But she has a friend in Cockaigne with whom she meets occasionally.”

“And they have sex?” I was surprised.

“Yes, they do. But she doesn’t tell me every time. In Cockaigne, it’s like meeting up for coffee.”

“It was a shock for me, Dad.”

“I’m sorry about that, Eric. It’s time you learnt more and discovered the pleasure of Cockaigne for yourself. Your Mum and I aren’t just two people who work to earn money to keep you and Billy in mobile phones, laptops and tablets. We also have a life outside the family. Now you’re older, you are beginning to see that.”

“So Mum doesn’t mind you doing that to other men?” I asked.

“Not at all. She has done the same. We don’t do it regularly. If we did, we both might have a problem with it, but we don’t, and we are honest with each other.”

“So you don’t mind if I talk to her about it?” I asked.

“Not at all. Ask all the questions you need. I don’t want you to feel I’m asking you to keep secrets. When you’ve gone to bed, Mum always asks me how the lesson went, and I tell her. I tell her everything.”

“So you will tell her what you did?”

“Yes, I will.”

 

I went to bed when I got home. I didn’t want to eat anything other than a few biscuits. I took them to my bedroom and found Billy on his bed typing on his tablet.

“What you up to?” I asked.

“None of your business.” Billy didn’t bother looking up.

“My metal cage was taken off. Do you want to see?” I finished my biscuits, pulled down my grey sweatpants and showed Billy my crotch.

I giggled when I saw his eyes dart in my direction to take a look.

“Dad and I met Ross’ brother at the pool. He seemed nice.” I started to undress. I didn’t have much to take off and was soon naked. I remained standing, looking at Billy. “Dad seemed to like him too.” I giggled, thinking about Dad giving Kerr a blowjob.

Billy knew I was naked and showing my body to him, and I could tell that he was resisting the urge to look at me.

“Come on, Billy. I want to talk to you. I want to tell you what happened in the showers.” I jiggled excitedly, my limp cock swinging.

“I can guess.” Billy huffed. “And will you cover up. I don’t want to see your knob.”

I looked down at my cock. “What’s wrong with it? It looks like a normal cock.”

“Eric!” Billy finally glared at me. “I’m busy! Now leave me alone, go to bed or read a book, but leave me alone.” Billy insisted.

I went up to him, my naked crotch closer to his face. He looked me in the cock.

“Go away, Eric.” Billy seemed to be pleading with me.

I sat on his bed. “I have to tell you what Dad did.” I was insistent.

“Alright, tell me.” Billy flipped the cover on his tablet and put it on his bed.

“Dad gave Ross’ brother a blowjob in the shower. He’s probably telling Mum all about it right now.”

“It’s Cockaigne, Eric. They do that sort of thing there.” Billy didn’t seem shocked. I was surprised at his reaction.

“You don’t mind? Dad putting another man’s cock in his mouth? He swallowed his cum as well. Ross swallows mine. Has anyone swallowed your cum?”

“No!” Billy seemed upset.

“Do you know how many times I came in the locker room?”

“Eric, I don’t want to listen to you brag about seeing Dad fucking another guy or you tossing off until your cock comes off. You’d only discovered wanking a few weeks ago. Now it’s all you’re interested in.”

“Is not!” I protested. “I’m interested in my swimming lessons. I like having a boyfriend, although I’m not sure what to do as I’ve never had a boyfriend. And it was five times.”

“Fucking hell, Eric.” Billy whipped his head and looked at me and down at my cock. “Isn’t your cock sore? Your balls must be empty.”

Talking about it with Billy caused my cock to thicken. I reached down and squeezed it. I grew harder.

“My cock has a mind of its own. I don’t think it will ever get enough.” I stood up and showed Billy my hard cock. He stared at it. His eyes were fixed on my thin six inches of smooth flesh, my wrinkled balls and the small patch of near-black pubes. I grabbed my cock and pulled back my foreskin. My knob was glistening with my precum. I looked down at Billy and saw that the bulge in his sweatpants was getting bigger. He looked away and rolled onto his side so that he didn’t have to look at my hard cock and shield his increasing bulge from me.

I left him alone and lay on my bed. My cock was lying on my belly and dripping precum. My foreskin stayed retracted, held back by the corona. I touched my exposed knob and groaned. It felt so good. It was so sensitive I thought I could cum just from touching my moist red helmet. I traced my finger from the opening down to where my foreskin was trapped. I gasped again. A place on the underside made my balls twitch in anticipation.

“Oh, fuck!” I gasped as I traced more emerging precum over my knob and to that spot on the underside of my cock. I rubbed the place with my finger and watched as my cock throbbed and spewed precum onto my belly; it dribbled into my belly button.

I began to writhe on my bed; the feeling generated by that one finger overwhelmed me. I would rub my exposed knob, taking fresh precum as it oozed continually and moistened the underside of my knob to keep it wet. I didn’t care that Billy was lying on his bed in the same room; my world revolved around my exposed knob. I thrust my hips and writhed; I fingered my knob faster. My back arched, and my cock throbbed. My balls ached, and I felt a pain in my groin as my cock erupted, and a powerful shot of cum hit me on the chin. My cock kept throbbing and shooting, and my finger kept frigging my knob.

As my orgasm waned, I held my cock firmly by the shaft and squeezed the remaining cum out and let it dribble into my pubes.

“Fuck that felt good. The best yet.” I looked over at my brother lying on his back again. “That’s six now, Billy.”

His hand was down his sweatpants, holding his bulge and squeezing. He kept his hand down them when he noticed me looking at him. I suspected he was holding his cock down so it would create an obscene bulge.

“What the fuck, Eric. Wanking is something you do in private.”

“Why?” My cock had shrunk, and I swung my legs off my bed and sat. I ran my finger through the cum on my chest and belly. “We do it together in the showers after swimming.”

“That’s fucking Cockaigne, Eric. Not Suddene. We don’t have the same rules as them, and here wanking is private.”

“Who says? Besides, I’m doing it in my bedroom. It’s not like I’m doing it in the street.”

“Very funny, Eric. You know damn well what I mean.” Billy huffed, and he took his hand out of his sweatpants. His cock must have gone down.

It seemed that learning to swim in Cockaigne was also teaching me other things. I wasn’t as bashful as Billy. I had turned into an exhibitionist, and it made Billy uncomfortable. But I was enjoying it. My body felt free as I sensed air over every part.

I left Billy to sulk and went to the bathroom to clean myself up and brush my teeth. I didn’t bother to put anything on and went naked.

Billy had his hand back in his sweatpants when I returned. I got into bed.

“Aren’t you going to put your pyjamas on?” Billy asked.

“No. I like being naked. I’ve decided to sleep naked from now on.”

“Bleeding hell.” Billy sighed.

 

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