Chapter 4: Ron becomes a Suicide Councillor

“We were alone one day at home,” Quentin began, “We had been chatting about girls at school and it led on to talk about sex. After a while we admitted to each other that we’d never seen anyone else erect, or fire. We decided we would each let the other see our erection. We stripped off and looked at each other soft, then we each closed our eyes and thought about something to make us stiff.”

“Who was the biggest?” Ron asked. “As you could probably guess,” Quentin told him, “Br...” he corrected himself, “My mate was bigger than me. He looked at mine and said it looked cute. I looked at his and said it’s enormous. Thinking to myself, why couldn’t mine be that big. We watched each other flex about then we decided we would each get hold of the others erect cock to see how it felt.”

“We both said afterwards that feeling the others cock in our hand sent shivers of pleasure down our spines. We kept hold of each other for a while then my mate said,” “It seems a shame to be so hard and not fire, why don’t we see who can shoot the furthest?” “I knew who would win that, so I said, you’re bound to win. Then I meant to say why don’t we just fire for pleasure, but what actually came out was, why don’t we just fire each other?”

“I was horrified as soon as I realised what I’d said, but it was evident immediately that my pal liked the idea. So, we decided to go one at a time so we could see what we were doing. We tossed a coin to see who would be fired first and I won. I lay on the settee and my pal sat at the side. I was going to think about a girl I like in our class at school but feeling someone else do it for me was enough on its own, I got worked up and fired just because Brendan was doing it.”

Ron glanced at him, but he clearly hadn’t realised that he had given his pals name away. Continuing, Quentin said, “After I’d fired, we changed places and I worked on my pal. He started throbbing in my hand the moment I began, it felt lovely. By the time he fired I was starting to swell up again.”

“So did he fire more and further than you did?” Ron asked. “He certainly fired a greater quantity,” Quentin told him, “But I don’t think he shot any further. I felt good about that, “He added with a grin. “Now,” Ron said, “You’ve both fired each other, you’re both naked, you’ve both loved what you’ve just done, will you tell me what happened when you stood up.”

Quentin looked at him and grinned, “I think you already suspect,” he said, “When I stood up, we were inches away from each other and feeling very close, we put our arms around each other, hugged and as we parted, we gave each other a kiss, then got dressed.”

“When you were dressed,” Ron asked him, “How did you both feel when you looked at each other?” “I think we were both slightly embarrassed,” Quentin told him, “But we agreed that although we would never tell anyone what we had done, we both said it had been a lovely experience.”

“How were you with each other next time you met?” Ron said. “We haven’t yet, it was only last week, and my pal went away on holiday the following day, but I don’t think we’ll have any problem.”

“So, suppose next time you meet your pal wants to repeat the performance?” Ron asked, “How will you feel?” “Chuffed,” came the immediate reply. Ron smiled, “So what do you think made it so nice, being the first time someone else had fired you, or because your pal fired you.”

Quentin thought for a bit, “I hadn’t considered that,” he said, “It was just so nice. I guess it was about fifty-fifty.”

As they had been speaking, Ron had kept his hand round Quentin’s cock, stroking it gently from time to time. “How have you found the massage?” Ron asked. “It’s been lovely,” Quentin said, “And it’s made me forget all my aches and pains.” “That’s good,” Ron said, “So in a moment I’m going to ask you to give me a score off a scale of one to twenty as to how much you liked it.”

“If it’s five or under I’ll finish altogether.” “If it’s between six and ten I’ll carry on as I have been doing, and if its eleven or above, I’ll carry on until we finish off at the end like you and your pal did. So how is your score?” Ron asked. “Twenty,” came the immediate reply.

“No doubt there then,” Ron said with a grin. “He let go of Quentin’s cock and massaged up to his head, then started down a final time. He massaged his chest, giving particular attention to his small nipples, causing Quentin to give a long ‘oooh’ as he did so. Then going on down over his stomach, he ran his fingertips around his waist before going down each groin.

As his fingers went past, Quentin’s, cock danced about and he called out, “that’s so nice.” Running his fingers through his hairs, Ron then took hold of his balls with one hand and his cock with his other. As he fondled his balls, he held Quentin’s cock in his hand in a loose grip. It flexed about in his grip, bumping against his hand.

Quentin had a big smile on his face and his eyes closed. Regular happy sounds were emanating from his mouth as Ron continued to caress his balls. Then changing his grip, Ron took Quentin’s cock between thumb and forefingers. Letting go of his balls, he started sliding his fingers up and down his cock. As it throbbed in his grip, Quentin called out in ecstasy.

As he increased his speed, Ron put his other hand back between Quentin’s legs, alternating between playing with the muscle behind his sack and playing with his balls. Quentin’s fully erect cock was only about three inches long and about the thickness of Ron’s thumb, so Ron’s range of movement was small. Even so, it kept throbbing and Quentin kept calling out happily.

Speeding up a little more, he felt Quentin’s body going rigid, then a few seconds later his cock swelled in his hand. As Quentin started a cry which continued and swelled in volume as his cock pulsed, a slim stream of cum shot out of his tip. It went up into the air about eighteen inches, curving over in an arch to drop on his chest.

As the last drop came out, his cry faded away and his body went limp. His cock started shrinking immediately and his foreskin quickly swallowed his tip.

“That was unbelievably lovely,” Quentin said, “thank you.” Ron reached for some paper hankies and mopped up the small pool of cum off Quentin chest, then went and got a damp cloth and a towel. He wiped his chest down with the cloth before drying him off. Then he gently picked up his limp cock, peeled his foreskin back and gently wiped the tip with the damp cloth before letting it run and hide again.

Ron went and got his bruise cream. Quentin carefully stood up, then Ron rubbed some in to all his bruised areas. Then to save him catching his sore spots, Ron helped Quentin put his clothes back on. Once he was dressed, he sat on the bench. Ron fitted the tabletop back in place before making them both a hot drink.

As they sat with their drink, Ron said, “I’ve digested everything you’ve told me so there are several things I want to tell you. First of all, I’m sure you have noticed that telling me all about the bullying has made you feel a little bit better. I know it’s not the answer, but it proves the saying, a trouble shared is a trouble halved, so if something is really bothering you in future, find someone you trust and talk about it.”