Chapter 2: He Told My Cock

When I came home from school the next day, as soon as mum went into the kitchen, he whispered to me, ‘It worked, thank you so much.’ with a big beam on his face.’ ‘I’m glad,’ I told him, ‘Did you enjoy it?’ ‘It couldn’t have been better,’ he said.

‘Then he grinned at me and added, ‘Unless you had been doing it for me for real, of course.’ I’m sure I must have gone very red at that, because that had been part of my dream. But if he noticed he didn’t say anything.’

‘I assumed that meant he had been dreaming that I was firing him. The thought kept me firing for all of the following week and beyond. Presumably it had the same effect on Clive too, because he didn’t visit. Then in the middle of the following week, I was just about to put the light out and settle down.’

‘There was a gently tapping on the door. I thought for a couple of seconds about lying down and pretending I was asleep, but if he was coming to tell me more of his experiences, I had such an urge to know. And the idea that he might drop his shorts again excited me too.’

‘Come in,’ I called. Clive came in wearing just shorts. I immediately felt jealous of his strong hairy torso. Then I decided that I’d rather be as I was and be able to fire. He came over and sat on the side of the bed again. He beamed at me and told me, ‘It’s been a great week, thanks to you. I’ve been so busy enjoying myself it was only tonight I remembered what I did in my excitement before I left last time. I had to come and ask, did my kiss upset you?’

‘It took me by surprise,’ I told him, ‘It was the first one I’ve ever had on my lips. But when I thought about it afterwards, it was rather nice.’ ‘Oh, that’s such a relief,’ he told me. ‘How about holding my cock.’ ‘The same.’ I admitted.

‘I’m so glad,’ he told me. ‘Can I tell you what I’ve been dreaming during the week?’ ‘If you’d like to,’ I said, trying not to show how much I wanted to know. ‘The night I kissed you,’ he told me, ‘I got straight into bed and dreamt you were sitting on the side of my bed firing me. I had a marvellous fire.’

‘Then most of the time since, I’ve alternated between dreaming you were firing me, or I was firing you the same way. But last night I dreamt we were lying on the bed together in each other’s arms, and you were firing me. ‘Tonight, we’ll be the other way round.’

‘Now I want you to tell me something honestly.’ He stood up and dropped his shorts. ‘If you take hold of it like you did last time,’ he told me as I studied it, ‘I expect it will go hard again. When it does, I want you to tell me how it compares with yours.’

‘I was keen to feel it again, especially if I was going to feel it grow in my hand. ‘I took hold of it, and it grew a bit as soon as I touched it. So, I moved my fingers around feeling it. In no time at all it was very hard and throbbing in my hand.’

‘As I enjoyed feeling it in my hand, I studied it and tried to decide. I didn’t usually see my cock when I was firing myself, so visual comparison got me nowhere. Then I closed my eyes and tried to imagine I was holding my own cock. It felt the same, but I still wasn’t sure.’

‘I still can’t be sure,’ I told him, ‘But whatever it is, it’s certainly very close.’ ‘Do you have a ruler?’ he asked. ‘Yes, on the desk behind you.’ I told him. He fetched it, then stood at the side of the bed with the end of the ruler pressed into his hairs.’

‘He held his cock up against the underneath of the ruler, then told me to read off the length. ‘I threw the coverings off me and sat on the edge of the bed. As I leaned forward and read off, ‘Three inches,’ I suddenly remembered that I was rock hard.’

‘Clive had spotted it too. He reached out and rested his hand on it over my shorts. I didn’t like him just assuming it was ok to do that, but I couldn’t stop myself giving an excited cry. Such a lovely feeling went through me. ‘I’m so glad I’m giving you some pleasure too.’ he said. ‘Why don’t you stand up and I’ll measure you?’