Chapter 3: The Bottom of England

‘During the morning when we were on our own. Paul asked me if I’d disturbed during the night. ‘I woke up briefly,’ I told him, ‘But I went back to sleep very quickly.’ ‘Me too,’ he said. Then in the afternoon he mentioned it again. ‘When I woke up,’ he told me, ‘We were facing each other and had an arm around each other’s shoulder.’

‘That’s how we were when I woke up too.’ I admitted. ‘How did you feel?’ he asked. ‘It felt nice,’ I told him. ‘So, I stayed as I was and fell asleep again.’ ‘That’s exactly what I did,’ he said. ‘It felt very special.’ We smiled at each other and that was that.’

‘The next night we got into bed and chatted about our day. Then Paul said, ‘Do you want to go to sleep close together?’ ‘That would be nice,’ I said, ‘How would we do it?’ ‘Well, if one of us cuddles up to the others back, we could swop round tomorrow night.’

‘We couldn’t decide who would do what, so we flipped a coin. The winner to go at the back. Paul won, so when we put the light out, I settled down with my back to the middle of the bed. Paul came close behind me and put an arm over my shoulder.’

‘It felt really nice, and it took ages for both of us to go to sleep, we were enjoying it too much. But we must have done eventually and although when we woke, we were still facing in the same direction, there was a big gap between us.’

‘That day, we went with Paul’s mum and dad to see the famous Royal Albert Railway Bridge at Saltash. This is one of Isambard Kingdom Brunell’s many engineering masterpieces, it brought the railway into Cornwall.’

‘Opening in eighteen fifty-nine, it is over a hundred feet high. The bridge had to be built high enough for the high masted sailing ships of the day to pass under it. Also, as the river Taymar was a main shipping channel, Brunel had to keep the river open to traffic during the five years it took to build.’

‘It is in two great arched iron trusses, each nearly five hundred feet long.

Each one was shipped out on floats, then slowly jacked up a hundred feet into the air, as one pillar on the river’s edge and half of the pillar in the middle of the river was built underneath it.’

‘Then they did the same on the other half of the river, thus keeping half the river passable at all times. The single-track bridge is still in use today carrying the main railway line into Cornwall. It was certainly a sight worth seeing.’

‘That night in bed, I went at the back. That felt nice too because I was holding Paul. I woke during the night, and we were still in the same position. But even half asleep, I realised my cock was hard and pressing against Paul through our shorts.’

‘I tried making it go down by thought, without success. I was going to try and move away, but it felt so nice I lingered and must have fallen asleep again. The next morning, we woke up back-to-back. Paul didn’t say anything, so I didn’t, assuming he had just slept through it.’

‘When we got back to our room that night, as we stripped off as usual, we glanced at each other as we chatted. Paul asked me if I remembered anything about last night. ‘I remember how lovely it felt being close to you.’ I told him.’

‘Did you wake in the night at all?’ he asked as he looked straight at me. ‘Yes.’ I admitted. I must have gone red, because he grinned and said, ‘So you know what I felt.’ ‘Tell me.’ I said hoping his grin showed he wasn’t upset about it.’

‘I woke up in the dark,’ Paul said. ‘You were up against my back with your arm over my shoulder. It felt lovely and I lay there enjoying being so close to you. Then I suddenly realised that there was something hard pressing against me.’

‘In my half-asleep state, it took a while for me to realise that your cock was hard, and it was that I could feel against my bum. I was startled, then I decided it felt nice, especially when it gave an occasional flex. I must have fallen asleep again soon after.’

‘I didn’t say anything this morning, but I’ve been thinking about it all day.’ As he spoke, he started getting hard. Neither of us had ever seen each other erect before. Indeed, I’d never seen anyone erect apart from me.’

The second I realised what was happening, I felt my cock growing as well.

‘We both froze, not knowing what to do. It was too late to hide it, we knew we had seen each other. Anyway, we shot up so quick we were fully hard in seconds.’

‘Paul of course looked enormous compared to me, and I was very conscious that I was so much smaller than him. Neither of us had taken our eyes of the others cock. Then Paul said, ‘You’ve expanded much more than I have.’

‘I looked down at myself and to me it just looked the same as always. ‘How do you mean?’ I asked puzzled. ‘Well look at mine,’ he said, ‘I reckon getting hard makes me about fifty percent bigger than when I’m soft.’

‘But looking at yours now, I would say that when you get hard, you double in size, that’s a hundred percent bigger.’ ‘Really.’ I said feeling happy at the idea, but I must have still sounded uncertain. ‘I know how we could prove it.’ Paul said.’

‘When I asked how, he said, ‘We measure each other’s length and diameter now whilst we’re hard. Then next time we’re soft we do it again.’ ‘Ok.’ I agreed. I really wanted what he said to be true, so I was keen to know for certain.’

‘But the thought of having Paul measuring my cock was exciting too. ‘How are we going to measure them?’ I asked. ‘I’ll buy a soft tape measure tomorrow,’ Paul told me. ‘But for tonight this will do.’ He went and cut a narrow strip of cardboard off the box of paper hankies in the bathroom.’

‘As he walked back into the bedroom, his cock was sticking out in front of him and bouncing up and down. Seeing it sent some strange but lovely sensations through me. My cock flexed as well. Paul smiled as he saw it.’

‘He folded the whole strip of cardboard like a concertina, each fold about half an inch long. Then opening it up, he marked every fold with his pen. Holding it up for me to see, he said, ‘This will do for starters. We’ll measure in ‘folds.’ I laughed.’

‘You’d better measure me first,’ I said, ‘So that I’ll know how to do it.’ He looked very pleased with that idea and came over to me. ‘I’ll have to get hold of your cock,’ he said, ‘Is that ok.’ ‘I think I can cope with the waves of pleasure.’ I told him.’

‘He took hold of my cock as close to my hairs as he could. That felt fantastic. Then he put the end of the cardboard as deep into my hairs as he possibly could, so it was touching against my body. He held it in place with the hand he already had on my cock.’

‘Keeping my cock still, he stretched it out along the top of it. He counted the number of spaces from my body to my tip. ‘You are ten folds long.’ he announced. Then he wrapped it around my cock. ‘Trying to keep it in place meant he had to keep changing his grip.’

‘That felt so exciting. Once he’d managed it, he held the strip up and counted the spaces. ‘Six and a half folds in circumference.’ he announced. He handed the strip to me. As I reached out to hold his cock mine did an excited dance.’

‘Seeing it, Paul said, ‘This is so erotic, isn’t it?’ I nodded and as I held his cock, it throbbed in my grip. Some lovely feelings were rolling through me. I measured his length with great pleasure. ‘You are twelve folds long.’ I called out.

‘Trying to wrap it round his cock and keep it in place, whilst it kept flexing was difficult, but great fun. ‘Eight folds in circumference.’ I announced as I very reluctantly let go. We were still both very hard, waving about and showing no sign of going soft.’

‘It might take a while before we can do a soft measurement,’ Paul told me, ‘I don’t feel like I’m going to go down for a very long time.’ Then I had an idea. I couldn’t believe I was actually suggesting it, as I heard myself speak.’