The Persistence of Memory
by Rafael Henry
Chapter 13
I'd gone with Duncan and Robbie to the park after attending Robbie's Parents Consultation at the school, a chance for his teachers to impart to us their views on the boy's academic progress, behaviour and anything else worthy of mention. Rosie and Ralph, his father, asked me if I would go with them. I did want to. The upshot is that Robbie is doing fine, which at that school means he's doing well enough to be on course for a decent collection of GCE's in three years-time, eight rather than ten probably, provided he continues the way he's going right now. Duncan, like some sensible older head, keeps him on the straight and narrow path when it comes to his homework and continued attendance at his chosen clubs and societies. Duncan has his own commitments too. It's wonderful to watch them together and see how very much Duncan is in love with that boy. Yes, in love with him; immersed in Robbie's life completely. He's talked about it to me, and he's that bit older and has a greater understanding of the meaning of the word love. Robbie, bless him, has a more naïve concept, but he knows very well how much Duncan cares not just for him, but about him too. I've warned Duncan about expecting too much sexually from the younger boy and to wait for Robbie to ask for more, and to let me know if he does. Last night Duncan came to see me. It was after the boys' bed time. I was in my room reading.
'Robbie wants me to kiss his penis, and then he'll do mine. Is it ok to do that?'
'Yes, perfectly ok. But do you think that Robbie understands what that means? By the way, it's called fellatio Duncan. We should always use the proper words for things. I'm pretty sure you might know about that already. Do you?'
'Yes.' The boy nods, looking down.
'From our time at the Hut at S. Endellion Cove?'
'Yes.'
'Ok. It's a very good way of showing affection for your friend but there's a way of doing this thing properly. It's a nice thing to give and to receive, so yes, if Robbie understands what's going to happen to him. Bear in mind you don't have to go right to the end with it. The first time you might decide to stop him before ejaculation………..well you know what happens then? He can see, and if he wants, another time, to take you all the way there. Take everything in easy stages. I'm assuming you've just been using your hands so far? There's another more complete way to make love Duncan. Have you tried that?'
'What's that Alex?'
I told him in plain English, using the right words.
Duncan looked slightly shocked at that, as he shook his head. It's odd that we can jump to conclusions about boys and what they get up to. So all that squeaking?
'Sex is a gift Duncan, as it underlines your love for someone, not something for it's own sake because it has a purpose. It's a truly beautiful way of expressing yourself, not selfishly, but to give pleasure to your partner in a way that he or she will enjoy, knowing all the time that you are giving him, or her, something important. Your partner should help you and you help him, or her. Ask him, in this case what he would like you to do for him, and very importantly, how. It's the coming together of two minds and bodies, in love. Can you understand that Duncan?'
'I think so. Can we do it then?'
'Of course, but do it properly, sensitively, making your best friend feel loved.'
Since the invention of the digital camera, a lot more is possible, and down at the Hut, our holiday retreat at S. Endellion Cove, we took full advantage of all the opportunities the new digital age was providing. It has also given me limitless resources for my clay modelling, a very few of which I have cast into metal, something I can now do quite easily at the school with the generous assistance of Hillary. Thus far I've kept Quintus out of this loop, although he's very aware of what going on. I can take still images out of the movie footage; or just run the whole thing. The subjects vary from fun stuff on the beach to far more intimate essays on the sexual behaviour of those that had the good luck to find themselves at the Hut for a period of time, together with like-minded people; always boys. There weren't many, but the one's we had there were fabulous, and more than willing to be subjects. In fact the thought of being filmed whilst in action seemed to make the whole encounter more exciting. Duncan was the last visitor, and was never a subject for the lens. Quintus knows nothing about my collection, and won't, ever. Nor will anyone else. Much of it concerns my good self, and Johnny. Every now and again I have another look for old time's sake. How I loved that boy. He was so good. I'm tempted to use parts of that record as an educational resource! I can't think of a better one which would instruct Duncan, initially, in the art of bringing another boy to a very satisfactory and productive kinderkum in one of the best ways there are, in my humble opinion. Yes, I shall give it a try with Duncan.
I explained it to him.
'Do you remember? Down at the Hut?'
'Yes. It was Richard, Johnny's younger brother.'
'And the others?'
'Yes, I remember them. Of course I do.'
'Well this comes from that time we spent there. It will tell you how best to go about what you've asked me about. Are you ok with that? Just say if you don't like it and I'll stop it. Ok?'
Duncan nods, fiddling. He's just in his night-night pants, very loose knickers and tee shirt. He loves that word, knickers. All I have to do is to start rolling the video. It's about ten minutes long and in the best quality available. In other words, not perfect, but pretty good.
'Is Robbie asleep yet?'
'No. He's waiting for me. He knows I'm talking to you about it.'
'Ok. I'll run it in real time. I can stop it at any point, or go back a bit. Are you ready?'
Duncan watches, spellbound. It's me in the movie sorting out Johnny's problem. If he can't learn the 'how best to' from this he never will. Johnny was, at the time, at roughly the same stage of sexual maturity as I happen to know Robbie is. Johnny produces at about six minutes after I've stimulated his kindercock with my mouth, tongue and lips, absorbing his kinderballe……everything, regularly coming off him to keep reminding the viewer how lovely the pot is that I'm bringing very gradually to the boil. Johnny's little pot boils over with my lips and tongue just touching to receive the warm sensation on my tongue, and finally, when that's seen to be done in three or four tiny squirts, absorbing him again. And then the kiss where Johnny really gets to know what he's achieved. Wonderful. The trick is, for maximun enjoyment for the viewer, is not to be 'on him' at the moment of ejaculation, but to show it in all its beauty, meeting the eager tongue and lips. That's the trick. All about timing and knowing exactly the right moment to revert to a little underside tickling to tip the boy right over the edge. And the sound too, terribly important this. You must have the sounds of pleasure being given and received.
I'm watching Duncan as we progress through the different stages of the act. How will he react to this revelation?
His hand has strayed into his knickers, his word again, beautifully loose allowing the growing beast inside room to develop into a full-blown erection, the veins standing out, the head thrust through the foreskin, a deep pink, the meatus open and ready to let it all out. Lots of it. How he's come on these last months.
Duncan wanted it re-run several times just to make sure he's fully understood. It's hard to imagine how anybody wouldn't have understood what had been so clearly demonstrated. I had been taught well. Who by? Well that's another story, but right now Duncan can go and find Robbie, tell him the good news that he's about to get an experience he's unlikely to forget in a hurry.
'You will let me know how you get on won't you?' I said with a coy smile as Duncan, holding himself back at the front, departs my bedroom for his and Robbie's bed. He turns to glance back at me, unsmiling, mouth open.
There was no squeaking to be heard tonight. There usually is, and most mornings as the boys relieve the tension that has built up overnight, spilling their beans, so to speak, into what they have to hand. They can come and watch the TV when they're ready for bed, in their pants and a tee shirt. Garth will go into their room when they grab some breakfast before we set off for Truro and another day. He does the 'picking up' after the boys, which is just the two items of clothing left that the boys have 'used'. Everything else was collected the previous evening and is already in a pile with our stuff by the machine. It's Garth's nurturing and female side coming out. The washing and the endless ironing he does. All the boy's clothes are ironed relentlessly, including what he is inspecting right now. With the boys upstairs getting ready to leave for Truro, Garth holds Duncan's up, his two hands stretching the waistband and turning them inside out for closer inspection.
'Anything?' I ask.
'No. That's unusual.'
'Oh.' I reply with an inward and unseen smile. Matters must have progressed very satisfactorily. I can't wait for Duncan's report.
'What about Robbie's?' I ask.
Garth picks up the ones Robbie had on yesterday. They're a little smaller. He opens them up and it's very obvious.
'They must have used these this morning. That's unusual. That can't be Robbie's. It must be Duncan's. How odd.'
Not so odd I think Garth. He has no idea about what I showed Duncan last night. He has no need to know. Not yet. There will be another question tomorrow morning when Garth picks up two pairs of bone dry pants off the floor by the bed. It won't take Garth long to work it out.
'Do you think the boys are……..?'
'It looks like it Garth. By the way I've had a talk with both of them together. You're right. They wanted to know if a certain something was safe to do with each other. I asked them what it was. You're right. That's nice for them isn't it?'
'Ah, that explains why. Yes, very nice for them. Do you think it's time to put something else under the pillow?'
'By the way, on that very subject, Robbie wants to know what a condom looks like and how you use it. I gave him one to look at.'
'It would fall off him wouldn't it?'
'Maybe not. Not now.'
'Oh. I've not seen.'
'I have. I gave the boys three to play with and told them to leave them in the room if they used them.'
'Oh, how sneaky. I guess it's a way of finding out.'
'Yes. Interesting to see what Robbie will have to deal with.'
The boys went to the park early this Saturday morning. They said they were meeting Rosie there and some other friends they had found to play with. I nipped up for a quick inspection of their room. I found both pairs of their night-night knickers in the unmade bed. On close inspection, something Garth does every morning, I found nothing like we usually do, other than the normal wear and tear of a boy's day, and the results of an occasional too hurried bottom wiping if they hadn't managed to go before we leave for school. No boy, or girl, can help that. Usually they do get time to go and complete a thorough clean of their respective rear ends in the time honoured way Garth has taught them. Sometimes they find they need to go again later. I love looking after all aspects of the boys' lives, even that aspect, just as my young step father, Garth, does too.
Duncan is a keen observer of his own body functions. He told me one evening that during a bowl movement, he often has the beginnings, at least, of an erection. During the actual motion. I told him it could be a result of stimulation to his prostate. That prompted some explanation!
This morning I had one of those waking dreams, the ones that tend to wake you up in the very early morning. It was a sexual reverie in which Quintus appeared. I think it must have been the rather intense talk I'd had with Duncan the previous evening that set the idea off in my head. Prostate stimulation. I hadn't come on the mattress thank goodness but it must have been close, just as I was waking. I found myself finishing off rapidly. There was a mess but thankfully over me and not all over the sheets. A two Kleenex tissues job. Tonight I'll get the feedback I want from Duncan, and some reassurance that everything went well for the boys last night.
I went down to the park mid-morning to find Robbie and Duncan and Rosie all happily playing with some other kinders of various ages. Rosie had teamed up with a boy who looked a little older than her thirteen years. Good. If they get friendly it might distract her away from her ambitions of becoming Duncan's permanent boyfriend. In the meantime, Robbie's chasing a younger boy around the playground amid the very limited play equipment and then further out onto the grassy surrounds. Duncan is on one of the swings, swinging in unison with again, a younger sweet looking boy with long dark hair in very short blue shorts. I shall sit on one of the benches and observe.
When Duncan tires of the swing, he jumps off and heads for the slide. With the sun up long enough now, the slide is dry. The first kinders to use it, dry it out too, so sliding becomes much easier. The boy in the blue shorts jumps off his swing and follows Duncan. He thinks, or rather hopes he's found a new friend. Has he? We don't know yet. Time inevitably will tell.
Sitting on the bench watching the entertainment goings on, my mind has drifted back to my early morning dream. I haven't had a proper friend with whom to have fun with for quite a while now. A year or more. I'm almost seventeen now. This is ridiculous. Quintus was about to make love to me as I lay on my back waiting, just as I was almost six years ago in his bedroom back east. It's a recurring image for me, this one. I'm sure he'd made himself come in the bathroom which he knew would water down his lust for me and prevent him from doing what he would like to do, and what I wanted him to do to me. I had caught momentary sight of his waning erection, the palm of his hand cupped underneath it, as he went to close the bathroom door, should I decide to enter it and find him out. I think I want him now, if he still wants me. I think he does still want me. A case of unfinished business here, and on my eighteenth birthday perhaps, the day I officially become an adult, not a child any more, and can legally consort with any man in any way of his and my choosing.
But I can't imagine sex will be as good as it was in my second year at S. Endellion. Is that losing one's virginity? Having a twelve-year-old penis stuck into your bottom? I suppose it is, therefore at the tender age of twelve, I'm a non-virgin. Not bad really. The boy orgasmed inside me while I watched his contorted face, mouth open and his pretty eyes tight shut. I was so pleased for him that he'd made it with me. He asked me home for a weekend so we could carry on with the fun together, which we did. Halcyon days indeed. I'm sure his parents, such lovely people, knew perfectly well what we were up to. It must have been so obvious.
This morning, a Saturday so no school, there had been some bed spring squeaking which can only mean one thing. One or both of them are getting the job done with hands. The sound of any kind of sex I find intensely erotic so I remotely join in the boys' party as I often do, oddly you might think, using what kids in this country often refer to as a Durex, or a 'rubber johnny', or just a 'johnny', a brand of condom oft used in these parts. Garth keeps a supply in the bathroom cabinet. I'm not sure why he does because he told me he and my dad never use one. Garth said he has no problem with any mess. 'All prt of it darling. No mess, no fun.' The mention of condoms, or the word Durex, reduces boys to giggles, like any reference to underpants. Why is this? I think it's probably a boy's very first reference to something sexual. Without it being overtly sexual. It's because underpants, especially the brief sort has an intimate closeness to their private parts. Maybe.
'Can we see one Alex?' Robbie's asks, smiling coyly.
'Yes, if you want to.'
'When?'
I gave the small 'packet of three' to the boys to look at and play with should the mood take them.
Sometimes I like to masturbate into a rubber thingy. It saves work at the end, and it gives one the chance to examine in detail what's come out of my body. In bed this morning I had been thinking back to yesterday afternoon when I spent another hour in Quintus's company, the second time this last week. With my Durex almost completely unrolled and stretched tight on me, almost transparent, I came very quickly, filling all the teat at the end, and some more that was forced up the shaft of my penis. Removing it, the squeaking continues next door in the boys' room, I hold the unrolled object up by the open end to see what had collected in the teat end. I was pleasantly surprised. I imagine most boys need to feel their sexual works work better than the boy doing it next to you. From my S. Endellion experience, five years of it, I found big discrepancies in the volume of semen boys could summon up, from several big jets of the stuff to practically nothing, and it wasn't just a matter of maturity either. One eleven-year-old managed to get it over his head and onto his pillow, the very clever boy, in one of the dormitory competitions, whereas a lovely sixteen-year-old boy I was friends with produced a dribble of the sweetest stuff I ever tasted, neatly collected on the tip of my tongue as he stroked my head and tickled my ears. Observing the wet patch on his pillow, the boy just turned his pillow over and went to sleep. Problem gone. So simple!
Five minutes after the squeaking stopped, I heard the boys go to the bathroom, which gave me a chance to pop into their room. They would be gone a good ten minutes as a rule. There on the floor were two used Durex, unrolled, one more than the other so it was obvious which one was used by Robbie. I picked it up so any fluid contained within would gravitate to the teat end. I was expecting something, and found something, being a tenth at a guess of what the other one contained. Slightly breathless I retired back to my own room with the memory of what I had seen fixed in my head, and thinking dark thoughts about what it would be like to fellate Duncan. It's rare for me to have a second go, but I did on this occasion, very successfully I might add. I left the boys' detritus where they had left it, on the floor.
Going back briefly to that eleven-year-old boy called Edmund. He was ironically nicknamed 'the little squirt', once the news of his achievement went viral in our boarding House. It was very rare for a hairless little tyke that young to ejaculate so strongly like he could, and from a relatively small kinderkock like his. I knew already that there's no correlation between size of penis and volume of semen. Whether the size of a boy's kinderballe has more to do with it I'm not sure. Edmund's nickname got shortened to 'squirt', over time but the name stuck. Squirt was then a derogatory term for a weedy kind of boy not much good at anything, now out of use thankfully. By the time I left S. Endellion what the Squirt could achieve was legendary. Despite some heavy hints from me, the Squirt never gave me the pleasure of worshiping his private parts. As for the rubber johnnies left on the floor, they went into the kitchen bin, but not before Garth had seen me holding them by the ends.
'Good grief. Where did those come from Alex?'
'I gave the boys a couple to play with last night. They were curious.'
'Oh. They got on with them ok then…….by the look of it. Which one is Duncan's?'
'Have a guess.'
'That one?'
Garth had pointed to an empty vessel. I just laughed.
'Do you think Duncan keeps it all to himself or does he share with Robbie?'
'They've been asking me a few questions Garth. They've reached the sharing stage.'
'Have you had a word then?'
'Yes. Did you know their bed squeaks?'
'Yes I do know. It was yours until Robbie arrived, was it not?'
I should have realised. Garth doesn't miss anything .
With another week gone by, I hadn't heard any bed spring noises coming from the next-door bedroom. Assuming the boys had been active as usual, they were doing something that didn't rock the boat, so to speak. It's Friday morning and the boys are downstairs with their bowls of Shreddies, dressed for the day in their black blazers, ties, and looking the part as ever. Garth in charge. They'll both get a big kiss and a hug from him before we leave for Truro. I always have a quick look in the boys' room. On the floor was the third johnny, quite full. Duncan has obviously granted Robbie his wish, but understandably nervous about getting in direct contact with Duncan's ejaculate. But that's just another hurdle for him to negotiate I suppose. I never had any trouble with that aspect of my liaisons with boys, but I understand why some might find the idea distasteful.
It was early the next day, Saturday, when Duncan slowly opens my bedroom door and looks around it to find me awake. I've been thinking about Quintus again, wondering if I should let him back into my life. I know once he's in, he won't want to leave. He's told me.
'Hello sweetheart. You're awake early this morning. Anything the matter?'
'Can I talk to you please?'
'Of course!'
'Can I come in with you?'
'If you behave yourself.' I said, smiling.
He got in beside me and I gave him an instant hug, very hard and tight, so tight against me that he had to put one leg over mine. I could feel him, momentarily against me, but then pushed him gently away onto his side with a couple feet between us. He knows the score. He's in his loose night-nights and one of his oversized tee shirts, and looking lovely as ever.
'So what is it Duncan?' I ask quietly, looking right into his lovely eyes.
'It worked Alex. What you said. Robbie did it to me.'
'Oh that's nice. Did you like it?'
'Umm.'
'And more to the point, did he?'
'Yes. Has anyone done that to you Alex?'
'Yes, a few times. But not recently. I haven't had a boyfriend for quite a long time now Duncan.'
'Did you have one of those things you gave us?'
He's referring to the three rubbers I gave the boys.
'No.' Was my short answer.
'Why not?'
'Because I don't like them. As long as the boy you're with is trustworthy. In other words, you know exactly where he's been, and with whom. At your age it's not really a problem unless he's been very naughty.'
I had to explain that point, but all the boys are told about the dangers, in no uncertain terms. That is, if you want to survive and have a nice long sex life.
'I won't ever be naughty like that Alex. I promise.'
'Good. I cleared up after you. You may have noticed.'
'Yes, thanks. Did you look?'
'I did. Pretty good for your age I'd say, and well done Robbie…….and you?'
'He said this morning. And something about you.'
'What?'
'Nothing. I can't remember.'
'Ok. Is he asleep still?'
'Probably not by now.'
'Do you want to go and get him?'
I don't know why I said that.
'No don't. Go back to bed Duncan. He'll wonder where you are.'
A narrow escape for me there. I think it might have been check mate for me had Robbie joined us, hard inside his night-night pants, and itching for morning relief.
Going back to Edmund for a moment, I did know someone at Endellion who had a short spell with him, and relieved the young boy's tension with his mouth, tongue and lips. He said out of the very few he had experienced, he was by far the sweetest. Johnny's mum, Anna, wanted me to do that for her shortly after I had done my business for her, but the thought of it was quite intolerable. Can you imagine doing that with a woman? No, and I don't blame you. Then there's the prospect of Quintus. I can't imagine he would refuse an offer like that, and nor would I, or will I, should it come to pass.
Duncan makes to leave my inconveniently narrow bed, but in this situation, very convenient, as we had briefly touched, but not in any kind of sexual way. I think he's quite proud of his 'looks' these days and I got the impression he wanted to show me. Boys are often like that when they feel the need to be examined. They know they're fine but they just want you to say they are. A matter of reassurance.
'You want me to look don't you Duncan? I will if you want me to?'
'Yes, will you?'
Of course I did. He's come on so well in recent months, and the proof of this particular pudding being in the kitchen bin with the end tied up, unlike Robbie's effort that didn't need it. Not quite yet Robbie.
'And look at the back too please.'
Oh, that too? Ok.
If you don't mind a close encounter with a good boy's kinderkunt, then you'd appreciate this one, and always as clean as a whistle, well taught in the process of post-bowel movement cleansing by the scrupulously efficient Garth. The method works. Never any complaints about sore bottoms from the boys, and no complaints from Garth either about dirty marks in pants. Never.
'Can you feel anything inside?'
'Like what Duncan?'
'I don't know. Anything.'
The outer muscle is tight, as is the one slightly further inside Duncan's bottom. With the boy on his back presenting himself perfectly for this inspection asked for by the boy himself , please note.
'I need to put a little of this in there first Duncan.' I said leaning over him so I could reach the drawer in my bedside cabinet.
'It might feel a little cool to start with.' I continued dispensing a large blob of KY jelly onto my middle finger. You need to pull both legs back, as far as you can.'
So there it is, with very little golden pigmentation, the skin puckered perfectly as the little creased lines draw my eye to the epicentre and the miriad nerve endings there, being the outermost part of his tight virgin anus.
Johnny made such lovely noises when I first did this for him, prior to taking his virginity, gladly given up for my pleasure.
'Uhhhhh.' He goes, as he receives the initial circular movements, exhaling deep breaths with the next long utterance of 'Uhhhhhhhhh.' And then a prolonged oooooh.
'Are you ok there Duncan?' I ask quietly.
He nods.
'Shall I go on?'
The boy nods again. Now I'm free to work my way in very gradually, then a few more little internal wiggles, and then a little further on. I want Duncan to know what a deep pleasure this can be as I excite the thousands of nerve endings in and around his anus and lower rectum. It's essential that his first experience is a pleasant and comfortable one, his first experience with a finger that is not his own. Little doubt that he's experimented before with his own, but this should be very different, as I feel the inner of the two sphincters begin to relax under the slight pressure of my finger. A finger is one thing, but the male penis is quite another, unless of course it's someone like Robbie?
'With all anal play, darling, one needs to do everything slowly . The longer it takes the better it will feel.' Garth said to me on my fourteenth birthday.
'Do you mean his penis?' I asked with raised eyebrows.
'I didn't mean that Alex. Longer as in time, not the length of your boyfriend's kinderkock. Is he?'
'No, not really. At least I don't think so. We did measure it once in the dorm.'
'And?'
'Four and three quarters. But not at all thick with it.'
'And you?'
'About the same…..then.'
I can feel around the boy's prostate gland, something sized between a large grape and a walnut. Normal in other words. With night nights lowered again, his penis lies on his tummy, and is beginning to grow. I never knew a boy who asked to be felt inside like this, and not begin an erection, at the very least. They all did, just like Duncan is now. I've just examined him flaccid, but now I'll have something else to look at. To look at, quietly and in detail.
I think most of us have had a finger, or two, up there at some time, at the doctors, or elsewhere. For a lot of boys, it's an area of interest to them, and very pleasurable indeed. This little operation, I fancy, is Duncan's first exploration into the idea of real penetrative sex with Robbie.
I continued to gently massage that small internal organ that seems to do so much for us boys, now with two fingers, gently passing the finger pads around and around as Duncan began to obviously enjoy my ministrations, as I was. His hand gripped my upper thigh just below the seams of my underpants, my own rather female version of the boys' very sexy and revealing night-nights. The 'uhhhhh's were continuous now, so unless I wanted to bring him to orgasm there and then, which was looking quite likely, I have to stop, withdrawing slowly whilst continuing to wiggle as I travel back down and exit through his now relaxed sphincters. I finished by tracing tantalising circles around the golden part that surrounds the boy's opening. I'm as hard as a nail now, as is Duncan.
'I can't find anything wrong sweetheart. It feels just like it should do. Perfect in fact. How did it feel for you darling? Not uncomfortable at all?'
'No. Nice. Is it true Alex? What some boys do together?'
'I'm sure you know that by now Duncan.' I said, expecting to deliver a detailed explanation.
He smiles telling me he knows perfectly well what boys do.
'You haven't tried that with Robbie I sincerely hope?'
'No. You use this stuff don't you?' He asks, holding the tube of KY.
'Yes. That's very necessary, and lots of it.'
'Isn't that very messy?'
'Put a towel underneath you, depending on…….'
'On what Alex?'
'How you do it. There are a few different ways to arrange yourselves.'
'How many ways?'
'As I said, quite a few.'
'How then exactly ? What's the best way?'
Good question.
'I don't think you need to concern yourself with those things Duncan. It may never happen.'
Duncan, at that news, looked decidedly disappointed. Inwardly I knew it would happen, sooner or later, as part of his unconscious mission to be a good and generous lover of a good boy.
Needless to say, I kept Garth informed of Duncan's progress. I always do. When I got back to my room there was a present for me on my pillow. I had tried something similar some time back and got no particular joy from it. It's a bulbous black object with a charging wire that can be plugged into the side of my laptop. Is there any power in right now?
Yes there is! The unmistakeable low buzzing note, and not too loud thankfully. Ok, after my little session with Duncan, to say I'm in the mood, as they used to say at S. Endellion, is an understatement.
I know exactly what this object is for and I can experiment with the controls as and when I have inserted said object.
This operation can be messy so a small towel underneath is a good idea to save Garth's ire. Use plenty was always Garth's advice in matters anal. Excellent advice.
I've persuaded my body to accept this gift, eventually, but it's been quite a long time since the last object had a peek up there, and it wasn't an inanimate object like this one. Oh no. With a human body and all its beauty to go with it, a face you can kiss, a mind you can relate to, and a penis to please, all in good time.
Eventually I did ejaculate in those extraordinary rapid pulses one gets from a prostate orgasm, but nothing like as much, and in that way you can and want to with these buzzy things. It's not my first choice to get fucked by a machine, but this morning I appreciated Garth's gesture. Certainly better than nothing.
I heard the boys laughing and joking in their room next to mine. I put my ear to the wall being the nosey parker I am. They get on so well which is a joy to us. Then everything went quiet. I wonder?
I know I've mentioned this before, but it a most odd sensation, one gets, or I got with the buzzy device. I didn't think anything would ever happen, having had it pulsing various kinds of rhythmic motion programmes wedged inside me. So having experimented with the different modes, I patiently waited, as told to by Garth.
'Might take fifteen minutes or more Alex. You'll know when it happens. That's for sure. Have fun.'
True, I did. It was about fifteen minutes, and then it started. The most odd sensation that didn't begin in anywhere localised, like a 'normal' orgasm would. It seemed to affect all of the abdomen, finally centred close to where the buzz was, culminating after a very gradual build up, in a series of rapid pulses, maybe ten, or more, that took my breath away. It wasn't what one might desire every day, but once in a while, quite extraordinarily pleasurable. Thanks Garth!
About an hour later, Garth asked me how I got on with his toy.
'Ok thanks. A bit of an experience actually. For ages I didn't think anything was going to happen. And then it did.'
'You remembered to warm it up to body temperature first did you?'
'Yes, I did that in a basin of warm water.'
'Perfect. So you got a result in the end?'
'Yes. Definitely in the end. My end! It's very different.'
'Umm, but interesting?'
'Oh yes. Almost if we were designed for us boys to have it that way?'
'You might think so.'
You well might, what with all those nerve endings congregating in that area. Why else would they be there I wonder? Yes, why else would they, if it wasn't to give pleasure? Like a mouth has all those taste buds. We know why they are there. So it follows that we are meant to have anal sex. An intended play area for those of us who don't want sex with women. Any future in that theory I wonder?
Now, one other thing Garth mentioned.
'I have something else that's quite fun.'
'Oh really?'
'Umm. You might like to try it?'
'I'm up for any new experience, as you know Garth. What is it.'
He showed me a small device, black again, and a plug in to a laptop.
'What do you do with it?'
'Do you mind getting it out for a moment. I can't really show you without the object in question.'
'Ok. Now?'
'Yes.'
I pulled the front of my shorts down, and my white briefs, to reveal my flaccid penis for Garth.
'Perfect. Right, press this button here, this one, anmd place it firmly…….here.'
Garth put the new device firmly against the frenulum located on the underside of the penis head……and started the tiny motor.
'Hold it there, just like this, until……..something happens. I have no idea how long it will take you, but if you're standing on the nice carpet, I suggest you don't. Go into the bathroom and stand over the basin. Someone told me this is the quickest way to supply the sperm bank with your sample.'
I tried it in bed. One minute and twenty seconds was all it took to produce my sample. Bloody hell!
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