For this relief much thanks

And there in the bushes was a younger boy, about thirteen, who, as soon as he realised he had been seen, tried to run away. He didn’t succeed, as his shorts were round his ankles – he had been watching us and wanking himself. We grabbed him and pulled him into the open. 
“Spying on us, eh? How could you?”
“I won’t say anything! Honest!” he whimpered.

“No, you won’t, or you’re in trouble. Fancy wanking on the island! What will your form master say?”
“Don’t tell him, please!”
“All right – but you’ll have to do penance!”
“What?”
“Shit and piss in you pants like we did, and then wank in front of us!”
“No, I can’t do that!”
“Yes you can, and you will! Or else…”
“I don’t need a shit or a pee!”
“Well you’d better produce something or…”
“All right, I’ll try!”

And so he stood there and heaved and after a few seconds the piss started running down his legs. The expression on his face changed. He was obviously enjoying it! Then there was a short fart, his face turned red and the shit started to come. It wasn’t true that he hadn’t needed a shit. His shorts quickly filled with rather runny shit which soon started to run down his legs. There was the sound of laughing from the bushes and we quickly revealed three more thirteen-year-olds who were enjoying their classmate’s ordeal. They tried to escape, but we quickly rounded them up and stood them next to their friend.
“O.K. Since you were watching, you know what you have to do!

And so we enjoyed watching three terrified thirteen-year-olds peeing and shitting in their pants. Without exception they all got erections while doing so. We did as well, but decided to clean ourselves up before we did anything about them.
“”Right lads, let’s get washed – and then you lot are going to wank!
“Sorry, but I don’t wank,” said the youngest boy. “I’m only twelve.”
“Then why’s your cock so hard? With a cock like that, you can’t make me believe you can’t wank!”
“Well, I’ve never wanked, honest!”
“Well, you’re going to start now.” Come on, take it out!”

The boy knew he had no option and so he lowered his shitty shorts to reveal a very stiff prick, with only a light bush of pubic hair. Hector went up to him and put his hand on his prick. 
“Try rubbing it, like this..” He started to wank the boy, who put up no resistance. After thirty seconds or so he started to show signs of enjoying it. 
“O.K. Now carry on by yourself.”
“What about you?”
“We’re going to do it later – this is your solo.”
So the boy continued to rub his prick, and his three classmates started to follow suit.
“Not yet, you lot. Wait and watch!”

This was easier said than done. They were all so aroused by watching their virgin classmate reaching his first orgasm that two of them came with just a brief touch of the hand and the third gave three or four quick rubs and spurted his sperm all over the wanking twelve-year-old who then shook, squirmed, let out a cry and ejaculated, with a delighted smile on his face. We were all on the edge of orgasm but held back.

“O.K. you three. Since you couldn’t wait, we’ll all get cleaned up and then we’ve got something else for you to do.” said Paul.
We all stripped off and jumped in the river to get rid of all the shit. We washed our shorts and then returned to the bank. Our erections had subsided in the cold water, but as we ran about to dry ourselves, they started to fill out again.

“Right, young-uns, you have a job to do. You’ve all wanked yourselves – now wank us!” ordered Paul.
The four looked at us in disbelief, but they knew we meant business. We lay down on the grass and beckoned to them.
“Who’s the oldest?”

“I am,” said the tallest and best endowed boy.
“Right, you can wank me and Dave at the same time. The rest of you wank Julian, Hector and Nigel.”

I decided to be wanked by the “newboy”. He had a soft, artistic face and would probably do the job, if not “professionally”, at least with feeling. I guided his hand to my now solid prick and he started gently rubbing it up and down. The others were all rubbing quickly and rather roughly, though none of the “wankees” seemed to mind. My hand wandered towards my wanker’s flaccid prick. I held it gently and stroked it. Immediately I could feel it stiffening. God, if this lad really is a beginner, he’s pretty potent. Soon his prick was fully stiff again and I rubbed it up and down in the same way that he was wanking me. He smiled at me and we silently continued. The others seemed to be concentrating simply on reaching an orgasm. We were concentrating on enjoying ourselves. His prick was so sweet – not long, but quite thick and well-proportioned. I then did something I had never done in my life. I shifted my position until my head was level with his crutch. Then I gently took his prick in my mouth. It was an incredible sensation – for me and also obviously for him. I sucked, tickled his prick with my tongue, and then took the whole shaft into my mouth. It was incredibly arousing and I could feel myself about to come. Suddenly the boy bent down and took my prick in his mouth. This was too much. I sucked him more and more vigorously and could feel him beginning to shake. A few seconds later I could feel a stream of liquid filling my mouth – and then I came as well, filling his. He was rather taken aback and spat out my sperm immediately. I savoured his for a while – it had a slightly different taste from mine, which I had of course once tried out of curiosity. Our moment of ecstasy was interrupted by a sudden round of applause. We had been too involved in our mutual fellatio to notice that the others had ejaculated already and were sitting and watching us, wiping their sperm over their bodies as they did so, and, inspired by us, having a quick taste!

“Well, is there anyone here who hasn’t enjoyed himself?” asked Dave.
Everyone laughed – and of course nobody volunteered an answer.
“And is anyone going to tell anyone about what we’ve been doing?” asked Paul.

This time nobody laughed, but it was obvious that the message was understood. Our afternoon on the island would remain our secret.
I could not stop thinking about how much I had enjoyed sucking that twelve-year-old’s prick, and it began to worry me. Was I perhaps gay? Probably not, as I was still aroused by what was still left of the pictures in the porno magazine I had “borrowed” from Dad. When I had found it there were just one or two sperm stains on it – now most of the pages were stuck together with my dried sperm. But perhaps Dad is gay and it’s genetic! I mean he did suck off the gardener. I decided that there was nothing to lose by talking to him about it – so that weekend I asked him if I could go fishing with him. He was very happy to take me, so we set off for the river. Eventually I plucked up courage to speak.

“Dad, did you –er play with yourself when you were a boy?”
“You mean did I masturbate? Good God, of course I did. What boy doesn’t? Hey, don’t tell me that you haven’t started yet, because I won’t believe you!”
“Yes, of course I wank, Dad. But, did you wank with other boys?”
“Yes, frequently – and we wanked each other. It’s quite natural.”
“It doesn’t make you gay?”
“No, of course not. It’s something you grow out of when you start to go out with girls. And it’s much better than getting a girl pregnant.”
“What about sucking another boy off?”
“Well, I admit that I did that too. Do you?”
“I did the other day. Will I grow out of it?”
“Yes, of course!”

There was a brief pause while I plucked up the courage to continue…
“Dad, if you grow out of it, - I mean if you’ve grown out of it – how come I saw you sucking off Mr. King behind the garage a few weeks ago?”
“Oh, Christ. So you saw me! Well, it’s going to be difficult to explain…”
“Look, you don’t have to apologize or anything like that – just tell me you’re not gay!”
Dad laughed, obviously relieved.

“No, I’m not gay. Look, I’ll be perfectly frank with you – Mum and I don’t have sex anymore. She doesn’t want to and I respect that – but I still need it – regularly. I wouldn’t dream of being unfaithful – at least I wouldn’t sleep with another woman – and most of the time I masturbate when I need relief – but I also have a need for physical contact. Harry King and I were chatting and the subject came around to sex – we talked about masturbation, then we started to masturbate and one thing led to another. It was simply physical contact – like you and your mates. I have to admit I rather envy you. It’s much better masturbating with someone.”

“Why don’t you masturbate with Mum? I mean, women masturbate don’t they?”
“Yes, and I’m pretty sure Mum does, but she refuses to admit it – and she seemed shocked when she woke up once to find me masturbating beside her. That’s the main reason why we sleep in separate rooms now.”
All this talk about wanking had inevitably given me an erection and it seemed pretty obvious that Dad was in a similar state.
“Look Dad, all this chat has got me worked up. Since we’re being open with each other, I’ve got to have a wank now. Shall I go into the bushes?”
“Good grief, no. Do you think I haven’t got an erection? I’m happy to wank in front of you if you’re happy do do it in front of me!”
“Really? Wow!”

So without further ado we undid our flies and released our swollen pricks. It was a strange feeling wanking in front of someone from whom I had carefully hidden my sexual habits but at the same time I felt closer to my father than ever before. 
“It’s like we are – well – mates!” I said happily
“That’s exactly how I feel.” replied Dad. He looked down at my prick, but did not say anything.
“Do you want to – er touch me?” I asked tentatively.
“Why not? You’re my son!” he laughed and took hold of my prick.
“And you’re my father!”

I took hold of his, which was slightly longer and considerably thicker than mine – or than any of my mate’s. We each rubbed the other’s penis, smiling affectionately at each other. When we both felt ready to come we returned our hands to our own members and with a heave a shake and a groan – we ejaculated into the river. It had been a wonderful experience – perhaps the first time I had combined sex and love. It had seemed so natural. Whether this was a once off or the first time of many, neither of us knew, and it didn’t matter. We continued fishing for a little longer and then made our way home. We didn’t say very much, but we both felt that something wonderful had happened.

For the next day or so I found myself thinking about what Dad had said about Mum wanking and thought how awful it must be to always do it in hiding and not to be able to admit it. I made up my mind I wanted to help her and decided that the best thing would be to enlist the help of my sister Chrissie. So that evening I asked her if she would like to read with me in bed. She agreed readily – and when we were together I realised why. She assumed that I wanted a repeat of the previous adventure! Her hand went immediately to my prick, which, for a change, was not erect.

“Come on, Julian! Make it get big! Hey, look what I do!”
Chrissie lifted her nightie and opened her legs, revealing her fanny with its light bush of hair. She lowered her hand and found a place beneath the hair and started rubbing it. Then one finger entered her fanny. 
“Gosh, where did you learn to do that? You know a lot for a thirteen-year-old!”
“Susan showed me! She’s been doing it for ages. She learnt from her big sister. She hasn’t got a brother though – and she’s jealous of me seeing you wank!”
“You mean you told her? Coo, I didn’t tell anyone.”
“Why not? Come on – start wanking. I see I’ve got you worked up.”

She certainly had. My prick had risen from my pyjamas and was standing vertically.
“Let me do it for you.”
And without waiting for my consent, she started rubbing my prick with her right hand while she masturbated herself with her left one. She really did it extremely well.
“Hey, have you done this with anyone else? You’re very good at it!” 
“No, honest. Look, I’m going to come soon. How about you?”
“Yes, so am I - look, I’ll finish it myself…”

And so, fifteen-year-old brother and thirteen-year-old sister, lying next to each other, masturbated themselves to orgasm. I came just before Chrissie and ejaculated all over her stomach. She wiped the sperm all over her fanny as she orgasmed.
“Hey, careful! You might get pregnant!”
“Gosh, that would be funny – pregnant by my brother!
“It wouldn’t be funny at all!”
“Look, Julian, Susan wants to watch you wank. Will you do it for her?”
Susan was quite a girl – mature for her age, with large tits.
“Well – yes – but she’ll have to let me touch her tits”

“I’m sure she will. And you’ve got to bring one of your mates so that we’ll have a foursome. Who’s got the biggest prick?”
“Hey, I’m not sure that anyone will agree. Well, actually, I suppose they will. Er – I would recommend Dave, he’s pretty potent and very experienced.”
“O.K. Then we meet at the pavilion on Saturday at six! We can go into the copse and find a secluded spot.”
“So you’ve got it all organized then?
“Of course!”

“Look, there’s something else. I need your help – at least Dad and Mum need your help…”
And I told her about my fishing outing with Dad and about their – or rather Mum’s - sexual problem.
“What I think is that you’ve got to corner Mum –in bed if possible – and start talking about masturbation. Tell her you get the urge but don’t know the best way to do it. Show her how you try and see if you can get her worked up.”
“Shall I tell her about us?”
“Not to start with, no, but if she masturbates with you and enjoys it, tell her you’ve done it with a boy and go on about how great it is. Then ask her if she does it with Dad. When she says no, make her promise to try.”

“O.K. It’s worth a try. Hey, perhaps we’ll end up with all four of us doing it together!
“Wow – but why not? It’d be great!”
So, one result of this wanking session was that I proved to myself that I’m probably not gay! And next Saturday would confirm it. But there were four days of wanking to go before then, and I still hadn’t wanked the dog!

My chance came the following evening. Mum and Dad went to the theatre and Chrissie was with Susan – masturbating, no doubt. I had quite a bit of homework to do but wanking Billie was foremost in my mind. Billie was an Alsatian cross and had been with us for about four years. He and I got on quite well together – now we would see quite how well. As soon as we were alone together I gave him something to eat and then put on a loose pair of shorts with no underpants. I sat in the armchair and started to wank through my trousers. As the pre-cum started to flow I called Billie, who came over immediately. His nose went straight to my crutch! He was obviously quite excited, but there was no sign of an erection. I tentatively touched his prick which was completely limp. I rubbed it – and took out my own prick. This seemed to do the trick. Slowly Billie’s prick emerged and soon it was fully extended – pink and pointed. 

Billie was now jumping up on me and licking my prick vigorously. I took hold of his and started wanking it. He moved backwards and forwards with the movement of my hand and got more and nore excited. Then suddenly he ejaculated – several bursts of rather liquidy sperm which went all over the carpet. He calmed down for a moment, but continued to lick my prick – and then got just as horny as before. I had a wicked idea. Would he fuck me in the arse, if I let him. I took off my shorts and wiped some pre-cum on my arse. Then I bent over, doggie-fashion and stuck my arse in his face. He licked it furiously and then his forelegs went up onto my back. I could feel him rubbing his prick against my arse. I lowered myself a little and moved my arse-hole towards where I could feel his prick. He didn’t seem to be getting the idea – but I put one hand behind my back and succeeded in guiding his prick towards the hole. As soon as he felt an opening, in it went – and then he went wild. He went in an out at tremendous speed. It hurt a bit, but his prick was not much thicker than the finger I sometimes insert while masturbating, and the pleasure far outweighed the pain. I managed to get one hand to my prick – though I was on the verge of coming without any handwork. Billie rammed faster and faster – and then I felt a series of spurts inside my arse – and I came too. Billie then jumped down and immediately licked up my sperm, which was all over the floor. I collapsed onto my stomach, exhausted. Wow! I had done it! Not only had I wanked a dog, I’d been fucked by one. I was one up on Hector’s Uncle Henry!

I decided to tell the others the next day. I think Hector was the only one who really believed me. But that was their problem. But everyone forgot about it when Nigel came up with a suggestion for the “wank of the day”. It was for us all to wank during Miss Laver’s RE class! And not in our trousers, as we frequently did during class, but openly, so that the others – though not Miss Laver of course, could see. The theme of her next lesson was the miracles of Christ – and we realised it was going to be a miracle if we succeeded and that if we were caught the consequences were going to be far from minor, particularly after the undertaking we had given the Headmaster. Hector started the ball rolling as soon as Miss Laver turned to write something on the blackboard. He took out his already erect prick, provoking one gasp and several giggles. Miss Laver turned round angrily, but everyone froze, and she suspected nothing particularly untoward. Hector’s initial success encouraged the rest of us to take out our erect or semi-erect pricks, and start to wank. A ripple of uneasiness spread across the classroom, but to Miss Laver’s eyes everything was normal. She turned back from the blackboard and started with the lesson.

“Right, who can tell me what the first of Christ’s miracles was…?”
One of the keener boys started answering and we continued wanking, making the minimum of movement and staring fixedly at Miss Laver with an air of concentration on our faces. I glanced round the classroom and it was my turn to gasp. At least three other boys had joined our challenge! Oh God! She would be bound to notice one of us! And she did. Me!

“Blake, what have you got under your desk?”
“Nothing, Miss Laver.”
“Then please come to the front of the class and relate one of the miracles to us.”
I had to think fast.
“Can I do it sitting down, Miss, I’m not feeling very well.”
“Oh, all right then. Which miracle are you going to choose.”
“Er – the raising of Lazarus, Miss.”