The climax was evidently approaching; he gasped deeply two or three times, and then cried in a suppressed voice, "Look out, Charlie. It's coming. Oh, oh!"

His cock sensibly swelled and stiffened, seeming to fill my mouth, and next moment it began to quiver and jump, knocking against my teeth, while at the same time out gushed the hot, thick sperm, shooting in jets on to my tongue and palate. I did not move, however, but continued sucking, as I did so swallowing the discharge, which was of a peculiar and indescribable flavour, but not disagreeable, as I thought; and all the time Bob lay limp and exhausted, his eyes shut and his mouth slightly open. I found him so when at last I lifted up my head, but as I looked at him his eyelids parted and our gaze met.

"That was a one," he said. "You know how to do it properly, Charlie, and no mistake. I felt as if I were going to pieces, and all the little atoms were whirling round and round in all kinds of beautiful sensations and trying to rush towards your mouth. Did you swallow the spunk when it came?"

"Yes," I replied, "it wasn't nasty. I rather like sucking you. You'll let me do it again, won't you?"

"You needn't ask that. I shall be ready anywhere," Bob replied; adding, "I think we had better get to sleep now."

"There isn't time for you to do me, I suppose, is there?" I asked.

"I don't think we had better go in for any more tonight; Charlie. It's rather late, you know. We shall have plenty of chances when we get to school."

"Do you do this sort of thing at school?" I asked, with some curiosity.

"Oh, rather! I've had lots of fun down there. I can do anything with Mrs. Percival, and I will get you put into my room, so you can depend on having a jolly good time. Now, lets settle down, after I've blown out the light."

He extinguished the lamp, and came back to bed.