Chapter 3: Paying My Forfeits

I had some very naughty dreams that night, which you can probably image the subject matter of, and woke up with a very stiff little cock. Paul was wandering around the bedroom getting his football stuff together, so, although I really wanted to give myself a good time, I couldn’t.

“Football again Paul?” I asked innocently. Paul grunted and said “Yep, another match this morning, then I’m going swimming with Harry and Pete this afternoon”. Our mother shouted up the stairs that breakfast was ready, so I quickly got out of bed, hiding my stiffy from my brother, grabbed some clothes and went into the bathroom to get ready.

This time Paul really was going to play football, so our father drove him off to an away match. I moped about the house and the garden, getting in my mother’s way and getting scolded for being a pain. I couldn’t concentrate on anything, wondering what was going to happen with the boys next door later that afternoon.

Paul got back from football, his team having won, then after what seemed like forever Harry came to the front door and Paul went off with him, both with towels under their arms. I checked my watch for the hundredth time and the thankfully the time was finally approaching for when the H brothers had said that I should turn up to pay my forfeits for losing at that initially innocent, but soon very naughty game we’d played. I told my mother that I was going out to play and went into the back garden. I could hear the brothers calling to each other on the other side of the hedge, and it sounded like they were playing keepy-up with a tennis ball and some racquets.

With my heart in my mouth I pushed through the hedge to find them doing just that. “Hi Michael!”, said John, “We’d been wondering if you’d come over”, with a big smile and a wink. “Have you come to play football, or did you have something else in mind?”

I must have been bright red with embarrassment, but I shook my head and stuttered out “Don’t I need to pay my forfeits?”. Ian came over, putting his arm around my shoulder, saying, “Yes, we think that’s a good idea Michael. Come on down the garden and let’s see what happens...”. The other two brothers had big grins on their faces as we headed back through those trees.

On that open stretch of lawn where our game had first turned naughty in a very exciting way, John turned around and smiled at me. “Are you to ready to pay your dues Michael?”, he asked, as his brothers went to stand beside him. I gulped and nodded; “Yes, what do I have to do John?”.

“Well,” he said, “before any forfeits are paid, I think it would be a good idea if we all got into the right mood, don’t you?” he asked looking around. “Oh yes!” said David, as he began to remove his shorts.

Soon the four of us were naked apart from our socks and trainers, and I admired the three athletic bodies and rising cocks in front of me. John said, “Let’s start out with some good old 69 action”, which the other two nodded to. I must have looked puzzled, as all three brothers grinned; “I’ll lie on the grass and you kneel down with your knees either side of my head, then you bend forward, then you can suck my cock, while I’m sucking yours” said John with a smile. “Ian and David can do the same, then we’ll swap over, but we don’t want anyone to spunk off quite yet, do we?” he continued. Ian and David agreed that spunking off was not allowed just yet.

John lay down and beckoned me over. It felt really strange but very exciting to kneel down naked over another boys face whilst being naked myself, and my cock was as stiff as it had ever been at the prospect of what I was about to do. As I knelt with my knees on either side of John’s head I then did as he’d said, bending forward. John’s cock was already mostly erect and it looked magnificent. I looked back down my body to see John reach up with his mouth and engulf my little cock with his lips and the sensation of having my cock in another boy’s mouth again made me gasp.

John being quite a lot taller than I was might have been a problem, but the size of his rapidly erecting cock meant it was within easy range of my mouth. I supported myself on one hand and reached for John’s cock with the other, delighting at its girth and the heat emanating from it. I pulled John’s foreskin back and admired the fatness of his purple knob end, my mouth suddenly watering at the sight of his piss hole, remembering my fantasy about Paul the day before.