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.