Let's Talk About… Even More

“I’ve spoken to Peter’s mother and Matthew’s mother… Peter and Matthew are your best friends aren’t they? They’re the boys you’ve been playing with, aren’t they?” Adrian nodded, not really understanding what this was about, or where it was going, but his mum continued: “But they say the boys don’t know anything about your doing a dare…”

“But it was a dare, mum… honest…” Adrian was puzzled. He didn’t understand why Peter and Matt would say they didn’t know anything about a dare.

Adrian’s mum smiled, ignoring his protest, “... but we know what it’s about, don’t we darling… it’s like those postmen who wear shorts all winter long, from autumn into spring…”

Adrian was even more puzzled now. What had postmen got to do with anything? Finally Adrian’s brain kicked in and he figured out why Peter and Matt had denied knowing anything about his ‘dare’. Adrian had told his mum it was a dare to explain the forfeit his friends had extracted from him, a forfeit that had him wearing a microscopically small pair of bikini-style speedo swimming trunks that he’d last worn when he was two years younger… and physically two years smaller. Adrian could barely get into the trunks and he was glad that particular forfeit was now over and done with.

“What d’you mean, mum?” Adrian asked, “What postmen?”

His mum smiled: “Do you think I can’t guess… do you think I don’t know what you boys are up to?”

Adrian knees nearly gave way, but he managed to gasp: “I-I don’t know, mum… er, what d’you mean?”

Mum reached out to ruffle his hair, but suddenly jerked her hand away: “What on earth have you done to your hair? Have you been rubbing in gel… I’ve told you not to gel your hair… it makes you look so…” mum paused before she said anything she’d regret, “...it just doesn’t look nice,” she concluded.

“Me and Peter were mucking about…”

“Hmmm, that’s as maybe… now what was I saying… oh, yes, those old swimming trunks… yes, I know what you boys are up to… it’s a challenge, isn’t it, like those postmen?” Mum paused waiting for Adrian to say something.

Saying it was a challenge seemed as good a way to Adrian to explain why he’d worn his old speedos: “Yes, mum… a challenge,” Adrian thought it safer to go along with his mum’s interpretation of events, “Matt and Peter challenged me to wear them…”

“So it wasn’t a dare after all, but a challenge?”

“A challenge… yes, mum…” Adrian didn’t understand what his mum was driving at. What was the difference? It didn’t matter what you called it, a challenge or a dare, it amounted to the same thing surely?”

Mum folded her arms looking straight at Adrian as he stood in front of her wearing nothing but his old, extremely small, speedo swimming trunks that hardly covered anything: “So, Adrian… how long is this challenge to last? I mean you’ll be wearing them… for how long?”

Adrian suddenly began to feel anxious: “I, er… we didn’t… just this once, I guess…”

“Well that’s not much of a challenge… what will that prove? I’m sure you must have agreed you could wear them for much longer than just the once…”

Adrian stuttered: “I, er don’t think so…” Then his jaw dropped as what his mum had just said sunk in, “Umm… what do you mean, mum?” he asked tentatively.

“I think today was just a trial… to prove to your friends you could do a real challenge. And you showed Peter and Matthew you were up to it!” mum said proudly, “I was really surprised when I saw how you weren’t at all bothered about wearing those old swimming trunks of yours… which, by the way I was astonished you’d still kept…”

Adrian tried his best to interrupt: “... but, but… mum…”

“If you’ll just hear me out, darling,” she said firmly, “I can’t tell you how much it lifted my spirits to see you practising for this challenge, happily swanning about in tiny trunks to visit your friends… and in not very nice weather, I should add… and you know, Adrian it’s all down to that little trainer device… you would never have taken up a challenge like this before… it’s done wonders for your self-confidence… I’m so pleased you wanted to wear it…”

Adrian’s heart at this point was pounding. Peter’s words came back to him, ‘...you’re going to have to get used to wearing speedos… ‘cos you’re going to be wearing them a lot more…’ and he wondered whether Peter was behind all this.

“Now what was it you were going to say, darling?”

“Nothing, mum… nothing at all…”

“Well, I want you to tell me what you and your friends decide the challenge is going to be… because mummy wants to help you to complete the challenge. Do you promise to tell be what’s decided between you boys?”

Adrian replied with a sinking heart: “Yes, mum… I promise.”

“Good, now take those trunks off… I’ll give them a rinse while you get upstairs to the bathroom and wash whatever it is out of your hair… I’ll be up shortly…”

There was no point in Adrian being shy in front of his mother and he wriggled out of the tight-fitting speedos. As he handed them over his mum smiled and looked down at the nub trainer: “Will I need to bring up an ice-pack?”

Adrian nodded. He was still too embarrassed to speak about what happened when his penis was freed from the constraints of the nub trainer.

“Just in case then?” mum said with a friendly smile.

Upstairs Adrian made his way to the bathroom and bent over the bath to wash Matt’s by now congealed spunk out of his hair. Then it came to Adrian to wonder why his mum should want to wash his old swim trunks straightaway. Oh, god! he thought… she thinks I’m going to want to wear them some more! Now he had to think of a way to persuade Peter and Matt that this challenge business didn’t involve wearing those blasted bikini-style speedos. Adrian ran his bath.

“I’ve put your trunks over the clothes-horse to dry… it should take long… have you finished washing your hair? Good… now where’s that key?”

Adrian was not amused by the light-hearted manner in which his mum referred to the key to his nub trainer. Maybe mums thought there was something humorous about anti-masturbation devices, but their sons certainly didn’t think so. Boys knew how serious the subject was… deadly serious.

“Hands behind your head, Adrian… I’m going to unlock your trainer…”

Mum carefully took hold of the device and inserted the key into the lock. She gently eased the tiny cage off Adrian’s penis which immediately expanded to its uncaged length. Mum put the nub trainer into the sink and gave it a good wash. Leaving it to dry, she turned and saw Adrian sucking in his lips as he tried ever so hard to behave himself. His penis was now pointing out horizontally in an obvious state of excitement. This happened every time mum unlocked Adrian’s nub trainer at bathtime now, so she wasn’t at all bothered by it, in fact it made her job of washing her son’s penis that much easier. If mum had thought about it in any detail she would have realised Adrian’s erection was proof, if it was needed, that her son was staying true to his word and had not been indulging in any kind of masturbatory practices… although how that could be achieved with the nub trainer locked in place was a moot point.

Mum liked to get Adrian’s penis washed first. With his hands always held out of the way and nowhere near his boy-bits, she set about washing the rest of his body. For Adrian, with his penis free of the trainer device, it was agony. The temptation to touch himself was unbearable. At first just the idea of masturbating in front of his mum was enough to keep his impulse in check, but of late he was giving serious consideration to asking his mum to somehow restrain him during his bathtime... even if Adrian himself thought this idea to be crazy. Could he seriously expect himself to ask such a thing of his own mother? But he could just about keep the temptation caused by his intense frustration at bay by the thought of the key Peter was keeping safe.

Wisely mum never left Adrian alone while the trainer was unlocked and removed. She realised it wouldn’t have been fair, not with her son’s soldier standing smartly at attention.

Bathtime over, it was time to put the nub trainer back on and mum reached for the freezer bag. Adrian shivered and this was usually enough to cause a softening of his penis even before the cold bag touched him.

A few minutes later and after a bit of a struggle, Adrian’s penis was locked up safe and sound and he was left to ponder on what his mum had said earlier. What was he going to say to Peter and Matt? Could he somehow ‘lose’ his old speedos? What was he going to say to his mum? How was he going to tell her there wasn’t a challenge? All these questions and more caused Adrian to have a restless night. The only bright spot on his horizon was the thought that he’d completed his forfeit, so that tomorrow Peter would be unlocking the nub trainer meaning he could at least look forward to a good wank.

Bleary-eyed, the next morning Adrian stumbled into the kitchen for his breakfast.

“I’ve washed and dried your swim-trunks, darling…”

Adrian was wearing one of his shortie pyjama-tops. They were dead embarrassing to wear, but wear them he had to, as they were part of his mum’s effort to keep him a healthy well behaved boy. How wearing a tight shortie top featuring cute bunnies was supposed to help, Adrian had no idea, but since the arrival of the nub trainer a shortie pyjama-top was what he wore for bedtime. Nothing else was worn as mum said nothing else was needed.

A small towel had been placed on Adrian’s stool and as he sat down he asked, apropos his swimming trunks: “What for, mum?”

“You got to wear something…”

“But I’ve got my shorts… my play shorts, mum… I’m not going swimming today…”

“I didn’t say anything about swimming, but you’ll be wanting to wear your trunks when you meet up with Peter and Matt… you are meeting them today, aren’t you?”

“Yes, mum… but I’ll wear my play shorts… we’re going the rec… there’s a new jungle gym…”

“Swimming trunks will be fine then… now eat your breakfast and let’s hear no more arguments…”

“But I’m not arguing…” Adrian whined as he squirmed on the towel.

“... eat…”

“Yes, mum… but why my swimming trunks?”

“... just eat your breakfast, Adrian,” and with that mum left Adrian to his breakfast.

“She’s only gone and locked all my clothes away!” Adrian told Peter and Matt when they met up later at Matt’s house. Peter had called Adrian after breakfast to tell him where they were to meet. Adrian was none too pleased to be made to walk all the way over to Matt’s place again wearing nothing but his tiny little-boy speedo trunks and sneakers, but after the performance at bathtime in getting his nob back into the trainer, Adrian was prepared to do almost anything if it meant the chance of a wank.

Peter and Matt laughed as Adrian explained that his mum was convinced the ludicrously small bikini-style swimming trunks that he’d worn the day before were the result of some stupid challenge he was supposed to be undertaking.

“I tried to tell her it was a dare, but when she spoke to your mums, they said you didn’t know anything about a dare…”

“That was true… it wasn’t a dare,” Peter said, “Matt just told you to dig out those old trunks you used to wear a couple of years ago for a laugh… we didn’t say anything about a dare…”

“Yeah,” Matt agreed, “It’s your own fault for saying it was dare when it wasn’t…”

“But I couldn’t tell her that I had to wear them as a forfeit I had to do before Peter would unlock the nub trainer…” Adrian pleaded, “I couldn’t tell her that could I… that would have got us all into trouble…”

“... and Scoot wouldn’t have been best pleased either,” Peter noted.

“That’s a given,” Matt added, “So, Adrian, what’s all this challenge stuff about then?” he asked.

Adrian sighed: “She thinks it’s like what the postmen do…”

“... what’ve postmen got to do with anything?” Peter asked.

“Y’know… when they wear shorts all the time,” Adrian explained.

Peter and Matt looked at Adrian blankly. They sort of got the idea, but didn’t want to jump the gun. They wanted to hear it from Adrian.

Adrian was anxious as he didn’t want to land himself in any more embarrassing situations… yesterday’s traipsing to Matt’s house and then to Peter’s with his hair matted, most appropriately, with Matt’s cum, was quite enough humiliation as far as he was concerned.

Nothing was said until finally Adrian blurted: “Postmen's challenge… y’know… you must have seen them…”

“Oh, that…” Matt said as both he and Peter looked questioningly at Adrian, “but what’s the connection? You’re talking about postmen's shorts… what’s that got to do with your old speedo trunks?”

Desperate for his nub trainer to be unlocked so he could have a wank, Adrian, against his better judgement, had no choice but to tell Matt and Peter what his mum had said yesterday evening.

“She… er, she wants us to decide what the challenge… my challenge, is going to be…”

Peter and Matt looked stunned and as this news sank in they could both see endless opportunities for fun.

“... and I have to tell her what is decided, so she can help me complete the challenge…”

“That’s going to take some thought… isn’t it Matt?” Peter said turning to his buddy.

“No it’s not,” Adrian snapped, “I’ll just tell her we decided that I should wear these stupid trunks for a few days… and that’s it!”

“Woah! That’s not much of a challenge,” Matt interrupted, “A challenge has to be, well challenging… doesn’t it Peter?”

Peter agreed: “Yeah, it goes something like ‘forfeit’, ‘dare’, ‘challenge’... what you did yesterday was just a forfeit… nothing special. You claimed it was a dare, but you mum saw through that, she knew there was more to it, but you couldn’t tell her the reason… very wisely, I might add and not only for your sake. So the problem you’ve made for yourself is that you’re going to have to perform a convincing challenge for your mum…”

Matt was impressed: “Cor! Are you going to be a lawyer when you grow up, Peter?”

“Nah… it’s just common sense really… c’mon, let’s put our thinking caps on and come up with some ideas for Adrian’s challenge…”

“She’s already got him wearing those tiny speedos,” Matt said.

“... and locked away the rest of my clothes,” Adrian reminded them, “I’d have thought that would be enough…”

“Oh, don’t be a wimp,” Peter chided his friend, “It’s got to be far more convincing than just swanning about in a pair of swimming trunks for a week or two…”

“A WEEK OR TWO!!” Adrian was poleaxed, “You can’t mean that, Peter… please… I don’t want to wear them for that long…”

“Ok,” Peter said casually, “Perhaps we can think of something else then…”

Adrian was relieved and the boys became silent in their thoughts.

A few minutes passed by before anyone spoke. It was Adrian.

“Peter… Peter, have you got the key?”

“What key’s that?”

“You know… the key, the key to my trainer…”

“Yeah, course I’ve got it…”

“Well unlock it then… it’s my turn for a wank,” Adrian didn’t think it was funny, “C’mon, Peter… please, I really need a wank.” Then foolishly he told his friends how his penis had sprung to attention when his mum unlocked his nub trainer at bathtime the night before and how she’d had to apply a chill bag from the freezer to his penis in order to get it flaccid enough to squash it back into the trainer. Peter and Matt thought this was hilarious. Adrian did not.

“Please, Peter… you were supposed to unlock it yesterday…”

“I can’t help it if your mum phoned when my nob was still in your mouth… tell Matt what else was in your mouth…”

Adrian’s face went deep red: “Your spunk, Peter…”

“Yeah, my spunk… my mum called up to tell Adrian his mum had phoned and wanted him home straightaway… so he had to swallow all my spunk so’s he could tell my mum he’d heard her…”

Matt thought this was even funnier: “So you didn’t get to use the key then?”

“No…”

“No wonder he got a boner in front of his mum,” Matt observed before sighing, “Well, new day, new forfeit…”

Adrian was wild-eyed: “I did a forfeit… What d’ya mean, new day?”

“Oh, didn’t we tell you… Peter and me decided you can’t carry over completed forfeits from one day to the next… It’s not our fault that Peter didn’t have time to unlock your nob yesterday… so even though you did a forfeit, it doesn’t count, you have to complete another forfeit today before you can be unlocked…”

“... and this isn’t anything to do with whatever we decide about the challenge,” Peter clarified, “It’s just forfeits between friends, ok?”

Adrian hung his head, defeated: “Yeah, ok, whatever…”

“Mum made a big bowl of tadpole pudding yesterday…” Matt said cheerfully.

“NO! NO! Absolutely NOT!” Adrian screamed… he knew what was coming, “I’m not doing it… it’s disgusting!”

“Don’t be like that… you’ve got to do a forfeit and as there’s loads left in the fridge…” Matt continued.

“Cause no one ate it, I suppose… it’s horrid stuff… you’re not going make me eat that… please,” Adrian pleaded.

“... but you wouldn’t want it going to waste,” Peter added, “It’s really good for you… stands to reason...”

“So why doesn’t anybody like it?” Adrian asked, “Doesn’t make sense… and I’m not going to eat it anyway…”

Peter sighed and took the key to Adrian’s nub trainer out of his pocket. He waved it in front of himself: “That’s a shame… a real shame, isn’t it Matt?

Adrian looked from one boy to the other and watched as Matt reached up for what looked like an ordinary storage box on a shelf… only it wasn’t.

“I bought this ‘cos I thought it might come in handy y'know, just in case… it’s called a ‘timed lock-box’," Matt explained and went on to show a shocked Adrian how the box worked. “You see this dial… when you put something in the box… a key for instance… and close the lid, you just turn the dial until the display shows you how long it will be before the lid is unlocked… could be minutes… could be hours… or it could be days…”

“Thing is,” Peter added, just to make sure Adrian fully understood what they were saying, “No one can open the box until the timer reaches zero…”

Matt continued: “Now supposing we need to put your key in the box for whatever reason... Peter and me thought, to make it fair, you could throw dice to set the timer… y’know like throw twice for minutes… 5 and 8 say and we set the lock for 58 minutes… but then you throw again for hours… just once, unless we decide otherwise… and then finally another throw for days…”

“DAYS!!”

“But you’ve had the trainer on for ages already… so what’s a few more days without a wank to you? Besides we could make you roll the dice twice to set the days… think two sixes and the key would be locked away for sixty-six days…” Peter teased.

“Oh, guys… please, you can’t do this…”

“Eat up your delicious tadpole pudding and we won’t have to use the lock-box…” Peter reminded him

“... unless you were to refuse another forfeit…” Matt reminded his friend.

Adrian realised he’d lost the argument once again. He stood up and his friends escorted him downstairs.

“MUM!!” Matt called out as the boys walked into the kitchen.

“WHAT IS IT?!” his mum shouted back, “I’m in the living room.”

Matt, Peter and Adrian trooped through to the living room where Matt's mum was doing some sewing.

She looked up and immediately asked: “Why on earth are you wearing your swimming trunks, Adrian?”

Not giving Adrian a chance to say anything, Matt answered: “It’s a challenge, mum,” as if that told her everything she needed to know, “But Adrian wants to ask you something… don’t you, Adrian?”

“Er, yes, er, Mrs Plant… I, er… that is Matt said there was some… some tadpole pudding left over that you made…” Adrian struggled to get the words out, “I, er…”

Matt prompted: “You like it… like it a lot, don’t you… when we were upstairs and I told you mum had made tadpole pudding… you said it was your favourite, didn’t you?”

Adrian was forced to agree, even though he could feel his stomach grumbling at the very thought of swallowing the loathsome pudding: “Yes please, Mrs Plant… I’d really like to eat some if I may…”

“You can finish the whole bowl as far as I’m concerned… Matt refuses to eat any… I really don’t know why I bother making it… are you sure you’re all right just wearing those swimming trunks… it’s not very warm outside and those trunks of yours don’t cover very much at all…”

“Mum knows I’ve got them on, Mrs Plant,” Adrian assured Matt’s mum.

“Oh, well… Matthew knows where the pudding is… he’ll show you… better put one of Matthew's old T-shirts on in case you splash yourself…”

“Can’t do that, mum,” Matt interrupted, “Adrian’s not allowed… part of the challenge…”

“Well, he could always wear an old bib, I suppose… that won’t break any rules, will it… there are some I keep in the cupboard under the stairs… very handy for dusting… see what you think, they are clean, Adrian…”

Matt nudged Adrian: “Thank you, Mrs Plant… thank you… I really like tadpole pudding, it’s my favourite…”

“Yes,” Mrs Plant replied and, clearly disinterested with anything else the boys had to say, got on with her sewing.

Both Matt and Peter were grinning from ear-to-ear when they got back to the kitchen.

“Get the pudding out of the fridge and I’ll sort out a bib for Adrian,” Matt said as he dived off to rummage in the cupboard under the stairs.

To Adrian’s horror the big bowl was almost full to the brim with the yukky, frogspawn-like, tadpole pudding. No wonder it was universally hated by boys despite them being told how nutritious it was. The pudding was of course very cold having been in the fridge since yesterday evening.

There were tears in Adrian’s eyes before he even sat down. Matt waltzed in with what he considered to be the best of his mum’s bib selection, one that he must have worn as a baby, although it looked large enough to have seen use for at least the first few years of his life… certainly big enough to tie around Adrian’s neck. The towelling bib had been embroidered with the words ‘MUMMY’S BABY BOY’ stitched in pale blue.

Peter placed the bowl in front of Adrian: “Pity we haven’t got a high-chair to go with that bib… did you really have to wear that?” he asked Matt.

“Can’t remember… d’you like it?”

“Yeah, sweet… let’s keep it, might come in handy…”

Adrian was hardy listening. He was transfixed by the contents of the bowl. He looked up and asked: “... and you’ll unlock…” his voice sank to a whisper in case Matt’s mum heard, “... my nob…”

“When you’ve finished it all…”

“... and licked the bowl clean…”

“... in fifteen minutes…”

Adrian looked up sharply to register disbelief. He hardly even noticed the teaspoon that Matt put down next to the bowl of cold tapioca pudding for Adrian to use.

“Otherwise, it’s into the box the key goes…”

Matt reached for his mum’s kitchen timer to set it for the agreed time.

Let's Talk… Some More

 

“I can’t… I can’t, Peter… please, don’t… Matt, please… tell him… don’t make me…” Adrian was frantically struggling between his two best friends as they pulled him towards the small booth outside the supermarket.

“Don’t be such a wuss… you want us to help, don’t you?” Peter said cheerfully.

“Yeah… you want to get that thing off your nob, don’t you?” Matt added.

“Yeah, but not here… not in front of all these people… can’t we come back some other time?” Adrian pleaded and not for the first time regretting telling his mates about the nub trainer his mum had locked onto his penis to stop him from masturbating.

“It’ll be ok… don’t worry, nobody’s going to be bothered and all they’ll see is your bum if anything,” Peter assured Adrian, “... and besides Scoot only works here to cover for the bloke who runs the booth when he’s away…”

Adrian tried to get a word in: “... yeah, but…”

“Yeah, but… nothing,” Peter continued, “Scoot’s ok… he’s a mate of my Uncle Derrick and anyone who’s a mate of Uncle Derrick will do a favour for him…”

“You told your Uncle Derrick!” Adrian exploded, “You told him about… about the thing… the thing on my nob…”

“Not in so many words…” Peter answered demurely.

“How many words?!” Adrian insisted.

“I just told him that you were mucking about and managed to lock something on your nob and lost the key… that’s all…”

“... and you don’t think he might not suspect my mum locked up my nob?”

“Why should he suspect anything? Uncle Derrick’s ok… so’s Scoot… he’s done time for safe-breaking, so getting that thing off your nob should be a doddle…”

Matt couldn’t resist adding: “He’s probably got some gelignite left over from his last caper he can use to blow it off your nob…”

“Blow his balls off as well…” Peter added mischievously.

As the boys argued Adrian was being dragged closer and closer to the booth where the experienced locksmith and reformed peterman, Scoop was cutting a key for a customer.

“Just a sec, boys… be with you in a jiffy,” Scoot said and greeted them with a conspiratorial wink.

Scoot was of indeterminate age. A gifted crackman who’s good fortune had run out after one too many ill chosen blags. Not that Scoot was entirely to blame, but he was unfortunate enough to be found in the wrong place at the wrong time and so ended up doing the porridge, despite claiming he was fitted up by the rozzers.

The customer satisfied with their freshly cut key, paid Scoot and left the booth as Peter and Matt pulled a very reluctant Adrian to stand next to them just inside the small cubicle.

Scoot chuckled: “Fearsome looking lock that key’s for… the one I’ve just cut,” he chuckled again, “... I could blow on one of those locks and have it open with a feather… still it helps them think they’re all nice and secure… and the insurance companies… anyway, what can I do for you boys… your uncle said something to me, Pete… what have you gone and done?”

“I haven’t done nothing, Scoot… it’s Adrian here…” Peter turned to Adrian, “Show Scoot…”

Adrian wasn’t having it and wriggled about between his two friends.

Matt piped up: “It’s on his nob… if we hold him, d’you think…”

Scoot chuckled some more as he leant forward and yanked Adrian’s shorts down… then he whistled.

“I haven’t seen one of those in a while… and for sure not on a boy your age,” Scoot sucked in his breath, “Was it your mum?”

Adrian nodded. He wasn’t sure what was worse, having to reveal to Scoot the reason for the nub trainer being locked onto his nob, or the not insignificant number of shoppers passing by who could see his bare bottom.

“Hmm… that might pose a problem…”

“But, Scoot, you can get that off easy… surely?” Peter argued.

“Sure… yeah, getting it off is no problem… that’s not what I mean… but there’s something else you’ve got to consider…”

“Consider what?”

“Well, I can’t just spring the lock… for a start you’ll need to lock it back on at some point… if you don’t his mum’s going to go ballistic if she sees it’s missing… and you’re going to need the right key…”

Adrian didn’t like the way Scoot was ignoring him and talking to Peter as if he was in charge. It was as if he was being deliberately sidelined. Finally Adrian managed to squeeze in a few words: “Can’t you give me the key and I’ll put it back on for when mum checks?”

Scoot got as near to laughing as makes no odds: “Nice try, sunshine… you know why that’s not going to happen, don’t you?”

Adrian shook his head.

“Look, if I gave you the key to your little device there… c'mon, let’s face it at your age you’d be at it morning, noon and night… which is probably the reason your mum got one of those things for you in the first place…”

Adrian’s face flushed redder than ever: “That’s not true… she didn’t… I-I…” Adrian stuttered to a halt as he realised what he was about to say, that he’d promised his mum he wouldn’t masturbate and she’d locked his penis in the nub trainer to help him resist any temptation to play with himself. But Adrian had to admit Scoot was right, if he could get his penis free from the nub he'd be wanking himself silly at every opportunity.

Scoot wasn’t without sympathy for Adrian. In stir he’d have gone ape if it wasn’t for the relief of a good wank. The shinny bog-paper wasn’t much use for cleaning up after a J Arthur, but he didn’t mind that much. He didn’t even mind the screws having a peek as he beat this meat. That was nothing compared with the attentions of the nonces Scoot had attracted when he was not much older than Adrian.

“I’ll tell you what… I’ve got a key that’ll do the trick,” Scoot told the boys, “but like I said, I can’t give it to you, Adrian… but I can see you need to have a bit of fun, so I’ll give the key to one of your mates, see…”

Adrian was disappointed but it was better than nothing. He tried pleading with Scoot, but soon realised he was wasting his breath.

“Bagsy it’s me…” Peter shouted, getting his claim in before Matt had a chance.

“Ok, Peter, you look after the key… and keep it safe, mind and remember, it’s only to be used when absolutely necessary otherwise Adrian’s mum will get suspicious and we don’t want her thinking something’s up… so be careful.”

“Sure thing, Scoot…” Peter assured him, “I’ll take extra special care…”

“You’d better do that… I don’t want any of this coming back to me, see… or else. Now pull your shorts up, Adrian before you attract even more attention…”

Adrian did as he was told, but not before he saw how many people were openly staring his bare bottom. He thanked his lucky stars they’d not seen the humiliating nub trainer.

After getting the key the boys headed off to their secret hideout where Adrian was sure he’d get the chance to have a good wank with his buddies.

It didn’t take the boys long to get to the hideout, a pillbox left over from the war which was so overgrown with ivy as to be all but invisible to the casual passerby. The entrance involved a scramble through the dense foliage, easy for young boys like Peter, Adrian and Matt; not so easy for anyone bigger and this made the hideout the perfect place for boys who liked to get up to fun and tricks unobserved.

Matt glanced sideways at Peter. The two boys had had a quick conspiratorial word as they walked behind Adrian who was so desperate to get to the hideout for a wank, that he forged ahead of his friends.

Adrian was the first to pull off his play shorts: “Give me the key, Peter… c’mon, what are you waiting for? I need a wank…”

Peter stood in front of Adrian: “The thing is me and Matt have decided…”

“Decided what?” Adrian spat, “There’s nothing to decide… just unlock my nob so I can have a wank…”

Matt stepped up to remind Adrian: “Scoot said we were only to unlock your nob unless we thought it was necessary…”

“But it is necessary… bloody necessary!!” Adrian cried out using the single swearword in his vocabulary to express the depth of his feeling. “I haven’t had a wank since my mum put this thing on my nob… you’ve got the key… just take the thing off…” Adrian looked from Matt to Peter, “Please… please take it off…”

Adrian watched as the other boys exchanged glances. Peter and Matt had also pushed their hands down into their shorts and were clearly feeling themselves up in readiness for their own wanks.

“The thing is…” Peter repeated himself, “we’ve decided you have to do a forfeit…”

“A forfeit… what sort of forfeit?” Adrian asked. He knew that Peter’s forfeits were never easy and often totally embarrassing.

Peter and Matt got their nobs, now stiff, out from their shorts: “You’ve got to wank us off…”

Adrian was shocked that his mates could be so cruel as to impose forfeits. He knew it was largely his own fault that he got his nob locked into the nub trainer, but wanking off Peter and Matt just wasn’t right somehow. Why should he have to pay a price to do something his mates could do anytime they liked. 

“That’s not fair… why should I wank you off?” Adrian asked.

“Because I’ve got the key…” Peter said as he started to wank in front of Adrian, “If I cum before you agree to wank me, your nob stays locked up…”

Adrian gulped. He knew Peter was the fastest cummer of the three of them. On numerous occasions the boys had wanking games and Peter always won the ‘quick draw’ competition. Surprisingly for a thirteen year old boy, Adrian had no experience of mutual masturbation and so was extremely hesitant about wanking off Peter never mind having to wank Matt as well. But as it was Adrian vacillated for just a few seconds too long and watched as Peter gasped and squirted a jet of thin boy-cum across the enclosed space of the pillbox. A couple of seconds later, Matt too grunted before he shot a slim rope of almost clear spunk that landed on the floor in front of them.

Adrian looked at his friends wide-eyed. He looked down at Matt’s penis, still hard, but with a long string of glistening cum dangling from the tip. Adrian glanced at Peter’s nob. It too had a string of boy-goo swinging from the nob-end.

Adrian sucked in his lower lip: “Okay… I’ll do it…”

“Too late,” Peter said abruptly as he pulled up his shorts.

“... but…”

“Maybe next time… maybe later, eh?”

Matt chipped in as he too pulled up his shorts: “Yeah, later… I usually have a quick wank before mum calls me for tea. Pop round about four and we can do it in my bedroom… It’ll be ok, mum never comes in… you can wank me off no trouble…”

“But what about you?” Adrian asked Peter, “Will you be there as well? I mean, I’ve still got to wank you, haven’t I? And you’ve got the key, haven’t you?”

Peter and Matt could tell by Adrian’s nervous questions that they had their friend pretty much under their control, but they were canny enough not to overplay their hand.

“Sure… Scoot gave me the key to your do-hicky thing to look after,” Peter replied, “But I can’t get to Matt’s until later… mum wants me to do a couple of chores first…” Peter thought for a moment. Yes, this was going to be fun… why not, he thought? “No, hang on… I tell you what, why don’t you come over to my place by half four and you can wank me off… don’t leave it any later ‘cos I might still have some chores to finish before tea…”

Matt instinctively picked up on a flaw in the scheme; “But how will you know if Adrian’s wanked me off, Peter?”

“Cos I’ll tell him…” Adrian interjected.

“Yeah, but you could say you wanked me, but where’s the proof?” Matt pointed out.

“Good point,” said Peter and thought for a moment, although he’d already figured out a solution, “I know… tell you what, bring some of Matt’s spunk with you, that way I’ll know…”

“Are you out of your mind… you’re crazy if you think I’ll do that,” Adrian replied indignantly.

Peter shrugged his shoulders: “Up to you of course, but no spunk, no key… gotta see Matt’s spunk… then after you’ve wanked me off, I’ll unlock your... that thing on your nob… easy.”

Adrian was furious. He felt really let down by his friends. Jeez, Peter and Matt were his best mates by miles. They’d known each other since they were nippers and they’d done everything together ever since. Now they seemed to be enjoying themselves at Adrian’s expense… it wasn’t fair. Boys should stick together.

Peter sighed: “Look, if it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t have got a key to that thing…”

“... but I haven’t got the key… you have,” Adrian pointed out.

“Yes, but that’s so you don’t get into trouble with your mum if she catches you not wearing it… I’m doing you a favour really,” Peter added magnanimously, “Anyhow, I’m only doing what Scoot asked me to do…”

“... in order to protect you,” Matt chipped in.

“Yeah… to protect you,” Peter agreed, “Otherwise you’d unlock that thing and wank yourself silly all day…”

“... but you wank yourself silly all the time… it’s not fair that I can’t,” Adrian said.

“But that’s the point,” Matt argued, “If you start wanking all the time, your mum’s bound to catch you at it… and if she finds that thing unlocked she’s going to want to know where you got the key… I wouldn’t want to be in your shoes if she finds out that you got it from Scoot…”

“I wouldn’t tell her,” Adrian said defiantly.

“Yeah, says he who told his mum in the first place that he wanked… ha, and when Scoot finds out you’ve snitched on him…”

Matt didn’t need to say anymore.

Adrian knew he had to do what he was told: “Ok… how am I going to bring Matt’s spunk over to your place?”

Peter grinned: “Well, it’s up to you… you could put it in a cup, but I wouldn’t want to walk all the way round to my house with it like that in case somebody stopped me and asked what it was… any ideas, Matt?”

“If it’s only a sample of my spunk you need, Peter, why don’t I squirt some in Adrian’s hair? No one’s going to…”

“You’re mad!! Both of you… stark, staring mad!” Adrian exclaimed, “... and what happens if someone asks why my hair is wet?”

“I think it’s great idea,” Peter said, “... and besides, no spunk, no key, no wank,” he repeated. He had a flash of inspiration, “Tell you what, nip home and put your speedos on… just your speedos and sneakers… tell whoever asks that you’re going swimming, or you’ve been swimming, that way if anyone asks why your hair looks wet on the way over to my place, you’ll have an explanation…”

Adrian’s jaw dropped. “You’re crazy! No one wears swimming trunks walking down the street… the swimming pool is miles away…”

“Ok… then just tell anyone who asks that you’re wearing trunks for a dare…”

“Yeah, it’s the sort of thing people expect boys to do,” Matt added.

“... and besides,” Peter said, “You’re going to have to get used to wearing speedos… ‘cos you might be wearing them some more…”

“What do you mean?” Adrian asked.

“I mean that if you want me to unlock your nob-trainer thing, you’re going to have to do all the forfeits Matt and me tell you to do… no questions… ok?” Peter said with a mischievous twinkle.

“You’re not serious… surely? Please say you’re kidding, right?” Adrian was horrified, but the more he protested, the weaker he looked and the more Peter and Matt realised they had their buddy under their complete control. Now they could look forward to a very entertaining summer holiday… at Adrian’s expense of course.

“Of course I’m serious… and I’m not kidding,” Peter said, “I’ve told you, I’m doing you a favour… you should be grateful to do whatever it takes to get that thing unlocked… imagine what it will be like to get that thing off and have a really good wank… feeling your nob… rubbing it… slipping your skin back… and then… wow… that feeling when you squirt spunk…” Peter rolled his eyes, “Think what it’ll be like… don’t you miss it?”

Adrian was almost salivating on hearing Peter’s tempting words: “Yes… of course I miss wanking… of course I do… you’d be the same if your mum had locked a trainer on your nob…”

“But she hasn’t… and that’s why you’ve got to do what me and Matt tell you…”

Adrian sucked in his lower lip again. He hated to show how he felt in front of his friends and above all hated to think what they would think of him if he didn’t rise to their challenges. Boys were supposed to do dares no matter how humiliating they might be… that was the whole point of dares.

Adrian nodded. He accepted the dare. He would go home, strip and put on his speedos.

“... not those baggy things you’ve been wearing either,” Matt chipped in, “Put on those old speedos you used to wear when we went swimming ages ago… I know you’ve still got them ‘cos you showed them me… y’know, the ones we had a laugh about ‘cos of how small they are…”

“But I was eleven when I wore those… I’ll never get into them…” Adrian protested.

“You will,” Matt assured him, “You will if you want Peter to unlock your nob…”

Adrian sighed. It was pointless trying to argue. He knew that if the situation was reversed, that if it was Matt or Peter locked in the nub trainer, he’d take just as much delight in imposing dares and forfeits on them as they were on him now.

The boys left their hideout and went their separate ways, Peter and Matt giggling to themselves as they thought of the fun they were going to have. Adrian, on the other hand, was more than ever resigned to his fate at the hands of his two best friends. Today it was the enforced wearing of his tiniest swimming trunks and having hair slicked with spunk… what next, Adrian wondered, but he was so frustrated and so desperate for a wank, he almost didn’t care.

“What on earth are you wearing those for?” mum asked when she saw Adrian on his way out of the house wearing nothing more than a tiny pair of speedos he’d outgrown ages ago that now looked more like he was wearing the bottom half of a bikini. On his feet he wore his favourite pair of bright yellow sneakers.

Adrian blushed as well he might with his hands hovering around the trunks that hardly concealed his nub trainer encased boyhood. Indeed, so small and low cut were the speedos on him that it was perfectly clear Adrian had yet to grow any pubic hair: “It’s, er… a dare, mum… Matt and Peter dared me… they bet I couldn’t get into my old trunks, but I told them I could, so they dared me to wear them round to meet them… I’m going to Matt’s first…” he paused, “It’s a dare, mum… I’ve got to do a dare…”

Adrian’s mum looked him up and down and tut-tutted: “Honestly, you boys,” she sighed, “I don’t know where you get your silly ideas from… well, if you’re sure you know what you’re doing,” mum shook her head in disbelief when Adrian assured her that he did, “Well then, you’d better get off to Matthew’s… don’t be late home…”

Mum watched as Adrian left the house and walked hesitantly through the gate and along the pavement. He glanced around to give a half-hearted wave to his mum when he saw her standing on the doorstep watching him. She waved back and blew Adrian a kiss.

“HOLY… Shhhheee!! He did it!!” Matt whooped when he saw Adrian walking up the path to his house wearing nothing more than a pair of tiny speedos and sneakers. It immediately crossed Matt’s mind that if Adrian was prepared to walk around in public dressed in his old swimming trunks, then he and Peter could make him do almost anything! Wow! The thought made him feel hornier than ever… and his nob, already rock hard, started to ooze pre-cum in anticipation of being wanked off by Adrian and squirting spunk into his hair.

Matt couldn’t contain his glee when he ushered Adrian into his bedroom.

“Jeez, they’re small!” Matt said looking at Adrian’s speedos as he yanked down his shorts…

“You sure your mum won’t come in?”

“Course she won’t…” Matt’s nob sprung out and slapped against his bald pubis. He twisted his hips causing his stiff nob to wobble from side-to-side. “Com’n, if you’re going to wank me… better get a move on then…”

Adrian put his hand out to touch Matt’s nob. It felt really strange to feel another boy’s fully erect penis, its skin soft and as smooth as his own. Adrian immediately drew his hand away. The reminder of how his own nob felt before his mum locked it in the nub trainer was dreadful. He loved wanking and now he didn’t have the freedom to do it whenever he liked; now he had to convince Peter and Matt to unlock the trainer by doing forfeits. For the thousandth time Adrian thought how unfair it all was.

“Com’n… what’s up?” Matt said as he urged Adrian to masturbate him. “Haven’t forgotten how, have you?”

“Oh, ha-bloody-ha!” Adrian sneered, “I hope your mum locks your nob up… then you’ll see how it feels…”

“I know how I feel… and right now you need to wank me off and get my spunk in your hair, so kneel down… yes, now grab my nob… ouch! Don’t pull it down like that… it hurts… that’s it, wank me… ooh, that’s nice… I’ll tell you when I’m ready… just bow your head down and I’ll squirt it over your head so you can take it to show Peter…”

Adrian had only been masturbating Matt for a few minutes before Matt let him know that he was about to ejaculate.

“You’re good… you know that… ooh, so gooood… we should have done this ages… a… goooo!!”

Adrian felt the splatter of Matt’s boy-cum as it squirted into his hair. Some overshot and Adrian felt it trickling down the back of his neck. As if without thinking, Matt took hold of his penis and wiped it on Adrian’s hair.

“Aww… did you have to do that?” Adrian protested.

“Just making sure… you’d better rub my spunk in a bit… looks pretty obvious what you’ve got on your head…”

Adrian gingerly felt the sticky goo that was now plastered across his hair. He scooped up Matt’s cum that had dribbled down the back of his neck. Adrian looked at the spunk glistening on his fingers.

“Rub in all in…” Matt urged him, “There’s nothing here to wipe it off on…” This was true as Matt had taken the precaution of making sure his secret stash of a cum-stained face cloth, an old spunk encrusted t-shirt and tissues were well hidden.

Reluctantly Adrian did as he was told. Anything to make sure that Peter would unlock his nub trainer so that he could have a good wank. Adrian’s hair looked as though he’d been overdoing the gel. Spikes of cum covered hair stuck up all around his ears and he could already feel the skin on the nape of his neck tightening where traces of Matt’s spunk had begun to dry.

“What does it look like?” Adrian asked Matt.

Matt smiled: “Pretty wild… but no one’s going to guess…”

“Can’t I comb it?”

“Nah… better to leave it as it is, otherwise Peter won’t be able to tell you’ve wanked me off… you look cool… honest…”

Adrian stood up. His tiny bikini-sized speedos cut into him, they were so tight. He didn’t like the way Matt had said he thought they suited him. How can they possibly suit me? Adrian thought. He felt really nervous and very exposed wearing his old swimming trunks in public. It was humiliating making him wear them as the price for having a wank and even more humiliating making him walk all the way to Peter’s house with his hair all matted and sticky with spunk. But Adrian desperately needed to have a wank. He needed to masturbate so badly that he’d do anything to have Peter unlock the nub trainer.

And what made matters worse, as if that was at all possible, was that it wasn’t even a warm, sunny day. Adrian couldn’t even use the excuse of the weather being so fine as the reason for his wearing his absurdly brief swimming trunks. As he walked along the street Adrian couldn’t help but notice how people were looking at him; the grown-ups quizzical, the older teens sighing as if to make Adrian aware of how pathetic he looked to them. The younger kids weren’t backwards in coming forwards and pestered Adrian to tell them why he was wearing trunks.

“It’s a dare… I’m doing it for a dare… now buzz off!”

“What sort of dare?” one persistent eight year old asked.

Adrian wasn’t prepared to tell the boy the real reason, so that he could have a wank, even if the boy knew what a wank was, so he said the first thing that came into his head: “It’s an initiation… alright? I’ve got to do it… it’s part of my initiation…”

The boy was more puzzled than ever and Adrian was aware that he was attracting more and more attention from friends of the boy who now had Adrian surrounded: “Please… just let me get on… I’ll tell you about it later…”

Adrian didn’t think he could feel any more vulnerable than he already was, but he certainly did as he stood encircled by the boy and his friends, all of them fully dressed in contrast with Adrian’s single item of clothing, his skimpy little swimming trunks. There was something else that was worrying him and that was the time. He knew he had to be at Peter’s house by half four at the latest. Although he had no idea of the time, he knew these kids were holding him up.

“Please… look, I’ve got to go,” Adrian felt like a complete wimp for having to plead with boys nearly half his age and cursed Peter and Matt once more for making him wear a pair of ludicrously small speedos. If it wasn’t for them the boys wouldn’t have stopped him and held him up asking questions and now Adrian was pretty sure he’d be cutting it fine to get to Peter’s for half past four.

Adrian pushed his way past two of the smaller boys, but was alarmed when he felt their little fingers tugging at his swimming trunks.

“Let go!!” he cried as he slapped the hand of the boy who was pulling on his trunks.

Adrian herd a voice behind him. A woman’s voice: “Just what do you think you’re doing hitting that little boy?!”

The boy let go, putting his hands behind his back as if nothing had happened.

“He was pulling at my trunks…”

“That’s no reason for hitting him,” the woman remonstrated.

“But I’m late… I’m meeting someone… a friend… I said I’d meet him at half four…” Adrian was getting more and more anxious. He didn’t want to be late and again he cursed his friends for making him wear the tiny speedos.

“You should be setting an example to these young boys… and what in heaven’s name possessed you to wear your swimming trunks? It’s not even very sunny…”

“He’s wearing them for a dare…” one boy piped up.

“No… he said it was for a nishiation, or something,” another boy corrected him.

“Showing off, I call it,” was the woman’s verdict, “Nothing more than attention seeking… you should be ashamed of yourself… what sort of example do you think it is for these little boys?” then she peered at the top of Adrian’s head, “...and what on earth have you done to your hair? What have you put on it?” she asked.

“It’s… it’s, gel…” Adrian answered, saying the first thing that came to him.

“Doesn’t look much like gel to me,” the woman answered, “Are you sure it’s gel?”

Adrian was beside himself with worry and pleaded with the woman, telling her he’d be late.

“What do you mean ‘be late’, you already are, it’s nearly twenty to five now…” the woman told him.

“Oh no! I’m sorry… sorry for… I’ve got to go… sorry…” Adrian apologised his way out of further delay and ran the rest of the way to Peter’s house.

The woman hurrumpted: “Boys… I can’t think what he’s been up to, but that certainly wasn’t any sort of gel that I’ve seen…” She turned to the group of little boys still hanging about and told them to get along home as their mothers would be wondering where they were.

“You’re late!” Peter snapped as he ushered Adrian upstairs to his bedroom. This immediately put Adrian on the defensive.

“Sorry, Peter… I got held up… these kids and then this woman… she asked what I’d got in my hair… it was dead embarrassing…”

Peter smiled. He thought it was funny: “Next time anyone asks, you tell them the truth… tell them it’s spunk…”

Adrian’s eyes popped out: “What? You’re not serious…” He seemed to overlook that Peter’s instruction implied that Adrian was to have more spunk rubbed into his hair in future.

“Why not?” Peter replied flippantly and then became serious, “You were late. You were supposed to be here at half four… so you’re going to have to do another forfeit…”

“But it wasn’t my fault I got held up… Peter, please… please don’t make me do any more forfeits…”

“But I have to… it’s the rules…”

“What d’you mean rules? What rules?” Now Adrian was confused as well as anxious and humiliated, “Nobody said anything about rules…”

“Don’t be daft… there’s got to be rules,” Peter explained, “Like me keeping the key…”

“But… but…” Adrian tried to think of an argument, but he was so desperate for Peter to unlock the nub trainer that he couldn’t think of anything else. Adrian bowed his head, then looked at Peter, sighed and said: “Ok… what do you want me to do?”

“First of all I need to make sure you wanked off Matt,” and as he spoke Peter ran his fingers across Adrian’s hair. He scraped up a glob of viscous boy-goo and held it up to his nose. He sniffed, “Hmm… smells like spunk…” Then Peter stuck out his tongue and with its tip carefully tasted a tiny bit of the goo coating his fingers.

“Tastes like spunk…”

“Of course it’s spunk… what do you think it is? Matt shot his spunk right into my hair just like he told you he would… some of it went down the back of my neck…”

“Here… you try some… see what you think…”

“I don’t need to try it… I know what it is…”

“Go on… I had some… lick some off my fingers, then I’ll know it’s Matt’s spunk…”

The logic of Peter’s argument escaped Adrian, but he wasn’t about to lose face to the person who held the key to his nub trainer. Adrian leant forward. He could smell the spunk coating Peter’s fingers. Gingerly he poked out his tongue. Adrian’s lips were barely parted, but they were open enough for Peter to push his cum covered fingers into Adrian’s mouth.

There was a strangled gasp from Adrian as he tried to move backwards. Peter laughed as Adrian stumbled back against his bed.

“Got you! Got you!” Peter cried.

Adrian spluttered: “You… you… yuck… that was a rotten trick…”

Peter yanked down his shorts. His penis sprang up, fully erect and smacked against his pubis.

“Well it sort of gets you in the mood for your forfeit…”

“What d’you mean?”

“We just agreed you have to do a forfeit…”

Adrian was getting tired. He’d agree to anything to have Peter unlock the nub trainer.

“Yeah… I guess so… what d’you want me to do?”

Peter waggled his stiff, bald four inch nob in front of Adrian.

“Can’t you guess?”

“Wank you off?”

“Nah… you’ve got to do a proper forfeit for being late… go on, have another guess…” Peter waggled his penis again.

Adrian realised what Peter meant: “Crikey!” he gulped, “You’ve got to be joking!”

Peter grinned. He’d never been sucked off before. It was supposed to be even better than wanking. He couldn’t wait.

“I can’t, Peter… I can’t… please don’t make me…”

Peter was still grinning: “Go on… you might like it…”

“I WON’T!! And I won’t let you stick your nob in my mouth…”

Peter sighed: “Fair enough… I’ll take the key back to Scoot in the morning and your nob’ll have to stay locked up until your mum unlocks for you… Do you think she’ll stand by and watch while you have a wank? Nah, I don’t think so… C’mon, what’s it to be?”

Defeated, Adrian knelt down in front of his friend. Peter moved forward until his penis was right in front of Adrian’s face. Adrian’s arms were at his side as he asked: “Spunk an’all?”

Peter could barely contain his excitement as he pushed his stiff nob down until its tip was lined up with Adrian’s lips. “Spunk an’ all…” he confirmed.

“Want me to wank you first?” Adrian asked, staring cross-eyed at Peter’s nob.

Adrian looked up for Peter’s answer. But Peter shook his head and, just like a magic trick, Adrian saw the key to the nub trainer held in Peter’s hand. Adrian parted his lips and let Peter ease his stiff nob into his mouth.

“Holy Shiiii… Ohhhh… Wow…”

Adrian looked up again to see Peter still holding the key. He rubbed the front of his tiny speedos, feeling his balls and the blasted nub trainer. Adrian, his mouth now stuffed full with Peter’s nob, fingered the trainer, telling himself it would soon be unlocked and that he’d have the best wank ever. Adrian felt Peter pushing his nob in further. It was rubbing the roof of his mouth and Adrian could taste Peter’s pre-cum before it trickled down his throat.

“Jeez… this is a-mazzing!!” Peter gasped as he felt his penis being sucked inside Adrian’s wet mouth. “Oh, yes buddy… yes… I’m so close!!”

“PETER!!” his mum’s voice called upstairs, “PETER!! Your tea’s ready… finish whatever you’re doing, wash your hands… tea’s on the table…”

“YES, MUM… NEARLY FINISHED!!” Peter gasped just as he squirted his boy-cum straight into Adrian’s mouth.

Peter’s mum called up again: “ADRIAN! Your mother phoned! She wants you back home straightaway…” There was a pause while she waited for a reply from Adrian.

“ADRIAN!! Did you hear me?!”

Adrian still had his mouth full. Peter slid his penis, slick with boy-cum, back out of Adrian’s mouth. Adrian still couldn’t speak as he now had a mouth full of Peter’s spunk. There was only one thing to do. He gulped and swallowed and gasped: “Yes, Mrs Brook” he called “… down in a sec…”

The last few words were delivered with deep resignation as Adrian realised there would be no chance of his nub trainer being unlocked for some fun in Peter’s bedroom. Peter saw the look of disappointment on Adrian’s face.

“Sorry… but there isn’t enough time,” Peter commiserated, “... but you were great… fan-bloody-tastic!”

Adrian looked at his mate with a wan smile. He ran a hand across his hair, still sticky with Matt’s boy-cum. In his mouth was the taste of Peter’s spunk.

Adrian wiped the back of his other hand across his lips. His day had been very disappointing, very disappointing indeed.