Chapter 5: Impolite To Ask

All Cliff saw was happiness. ‘Duncan.’ he said firmly. He opened his eyes and Cliff said, ‘What can you feel touching your balls?’ ‘It feels like hairs.’ he answered. Then as it hit him, he moved his head forward and looked down.

He could see his balls surrounded by Cliff’s hairs. Of Cliff’s cock there was no sign. ‘But that’s not possible,’ he said, ‘I didn’t feel anything.’ ‘Yes, you did,’ Cliff told him, ‘You had nice feelings from my cock sliding into you. But because I was playing with your cock, you assumed they were all coming from that.’

‘Concentrate hard and tell me what you feel now.’ Cliff made his cock flex. Duncan screamed in ecstasy. ‘Oh, wow!’ he said, ‘That was right up inside me, and it felt lovely.’ ‘Now try this.’ Cliff told him. He eased his cock out about two thirds of the way, then pushed back in.

Duncan cried out happily as he eased out, then gave a long scream of delight as it slid back in. Cliff kept moving in and out as Duncans happy cries kept growing. As he kept thrusting, he managed to keep stroking Duncans cock at the same time.

When he felt himself getting near to firing, he speeded up his stroking on Duncans cock. Moments later, Cliff thrust in extra hard as he cried out and fired all his cum up inside Duncan. Duncan felt the harder thrusts inside him and heard Cliffs ecstatic cry.

He felt Cliff’s cock throbbing inside him as all his cum poured out, giving him a lovely warm wet feeling inside. Then just as he felt Cliff’s cock shrinking inside him, his own feeling climaxed. As he screamed even louder, his cock throbbed in Cliffs hands.

He shot five jets of cum like a machine gun going off. Duncan had never experienced anything like it. The feeling seemed to go on and on. Then as his cock shrank in Cliff’s hand, Cliff’s cock slid slowly out of his bum, sending more lovely shivers through him.

Cliff stood up, wiped his cock, then knelt back down and wiped the oil from around Duncans bum. After cleaning his chest and his cock, he leaned forward, gave Duncan a hug and a kiss and told him, ‘From this moment on, you’ll have no more nightmares about John and what he did to you.’

‘Get dressed now.’ Cliff instructed. As soon as Cliff was dressed, he sat at the end of the settee. Duncan just came and lay down with his head on his lap as if it was the most natural thing to do. ‘I will keep in touch and let you know how I’m getting on.’ Cliff told him.

‘The moment John Kirkham is dealt with, I’ll let you know so that you can come back to the railway.’ Duncan looked really pleased about that. ‘I’ll be so happy when that happens,’ he said, ‘I’ve missed it so much.’ ‘Once that is done, you can return here and I’ll tell you what happened.’

‘I’ll also give you the lesson I promised you. And if you still want to, at that point you can fire me like I promised.’ Duncan was over the moon to hear that. Having just fired Cliff using his bum, he had wondered if that would count as his fire. The thought of doing it by hand excited him so much.

‘Yes please, I’d love to.’ he said smiling. ‘Before we go, have you got anything you’d like to ask?’ Cliff enquired. ‘There is one thing I’d love to know.’ Duncan said, clearly embarrassed about what he wanted to ask. ‘Think of everything you’ve told me about yourself,’ Cliff told him. ‘Then think of all the things we have done together.’

‘There shouldn’t be anything you can’t ask me now, and I assure you there’s nothing you could ask me that would offend me.’ ‘Do you remember when you first asked about my cock, I told you I was at the bottom end of the size scale.’ Duncan reminded him.

‘Yes, I remember.’ Cliff told him. ‘Well, it’s always worried me that being small, I might not be able to satisfy a girl in bed.’ He stopped clearly struggling to continue. ‘Let me guess,’ Cliff said. ‘Now you’ve seen the size of my cock, and hearing me tell you it had been in a girl, you’re wondering how she felt about it?’

‘Yes.’ Duncan admitted going red. ‘It’s a perfectly reasonable thing to wonder,’ Cliff told him. ‘First let me tell you that size really doesn’t matter. The important thing is what you do with it and how you do it. Think how rough John Kirkham was with you, can you imagine any girl enjoying him having sex with her, even with his big cock?’