With every one of my jerks towards his bottom, my cock was rhythmically met with his own thrusts. I arched back and felt the beginnings of a wonderfully explosive pleasure which traveled up from the back of my thighs, tingling and gripping my balls and cock and finally filling my head with intoxicating pleasure. I sped up my thrusts and it seemed as though my cock was fairly being burned by the heat that Gaston's hot little hole was surrounding my member with.
“I'm coming!” I moaned. “Oh Gaston, I am coming!” I gasped and thrust forward once more, shooting my hot white spunk into Blackie's depths. I heard him groan, and felt him stiffen and shudder beneath me as he shot his own come into the earth. I fell forward and embraced my dear friend who had afforded me such great pleasure.
When at last we separated, we reclined side by side on the warm sand further up the beach. I sat up on my elbows to look where Jimmy and Bob were on the rocks. I laughed as I saw my two other close companions locked in an erotic soixante neuf position in the golden sunlight that fell on the rocks, their fair bodies dazzling in the late afternoon sunset.
Gaston and I took great pleasure in watching them from afar, and when at last their appetites had been sated, we approached the boulders and climbed up to join our friends.
This little diversion over, we sat about dressing in earnest and started on our journey again, making for a point not far distant, where Bob said there was another gorge leading inland.
“You can get any amount of bird's eggs there,” said Bob as we went along. “Thompson and I made quite a fine collection between us; I've got a case full at home now. We had one or two narrow squeaks too, in climbing about.”
We had nearly got to the point which Bob had indicated, when on rounding a buttress in the cliffs, we spied a group of boys who were assembled just within the mouth of a rather large cavern.
“Look!” exclaimed Bob, motioning to us to halt. “Isn't that Davenport there?”
“Yes,” I cried. “Williams told me that Davenport had notified all the chaps in their dormitory that they wished their company this afternoon, and he said he thought they were going to the beach.”
“That's them, right enough,” said Jimmy. “There's Williams in front and I can see Sturges, Benson, Elgar and Davenport Junior are just behind. “I say, can't we give them just a little surprise?”
“Here is an opportunity for revenge, Charlie,” said Bob. “They've fallen right into our hands.”
“What a lark,” exclaimed Jimmy, throwing his cap up in the air and catching it again. “What shall we do, Bob?”
De Beaupre pulled Bob's arm, and drew from his pocket a box of paints which he was in the habit of using for sketching purposes sometimes, having a little talent in that direction.
“The very thing,” said Bob, pouncing upon it. “Charlie, you shall have payment with interest for all that Davenport and Lawrence owe you. Now, let's have at them.”
“What are they doing?” said Jimmy, watching the group attentively. “Look, they've got Benson down and it looks nasty.”
Peering cautiously 'round the corner, we saw that this was the case. Lawrence, that wicked smirk of his fairly plastered 'cross his pimply face, was holding the smaller, frailer Benson up by his wrists as Davenport set to work ripping Benson's shirt open and undoing the fastenings on the poor boy's pants. Letting fly with a rain of verbal taunts and vicious pokings and pinchings, Davenport had certainly returned to his element. He was being every bit as mean as he'd ever been to me, and memories of the various humiliations he had thrust upon me – how he'd caught me in the classroom alone and had his chums pull down my pants and spank me that first week of school, and how he'd gotten fat Williams to bugger me after Lawrence had wrestled me to the ground in the supply closet shortly thereafter – all came rushing back.
Davenport was pinching poor Benson's nipples and belly till they were quite bruised, and then he proceeded to shove his hand into the younger man's shorts in order to pull out his small and shriveled cock.
“Please, no!” cried Benson. “Don't do that; you are hurting me.”
“Be brave and have a heart,” chastised Davenport. “All we're about to do is have ourselves a bit of a frig, that's all, Benson. Or haven't you ever done it to yourself before? Now shut up and take it like a man!”
Though Benson whimpered and struggled, his pleas were ignored and he was held fast, and before too long, he achieved an admirable cockstand despite himself under Davenport's rough handling.
“Well, I have seen more than quite enough,” exclaimed Bob. “We needn't wait here any longer. Let's go straight up to them. Charlie and I will take Davenport and you two can manage Lawrence. We needn't worry about the others; they won't interfere and in fact, they'll be only too pleased to see the tables turned.
“Now walk slowly. Don't make a rush and they'll never suspect anything till we have them nicely. This is going to be a bit of fun. Wait a minute, have we got anything that we could tie them up with? That would be still better.”
“Yes,” replied Jimmy.” I've got a couple of little straps in my pocket that will be just the thing for their hands. And your and Blackie's belts, Bob, they're leather, and they will do splendidly for their legs. Won't it be glorious,” he added, rubbing his hands gleefully at the prospect. “They'll be just like a pair of trussed turkey cocks.”
“Come on then,” said Bob, and we boldly rounded the corner and made straight for the little crowd.
“Hullo,” shouted Rutherford as we approached. “Where have you chaps sprung from? Who would have thought of meeting you here? I fancied we had the whole beach to ourselves.”
They roused themselves as we advanced and Davenport and Lawrence released Benson, who hurriedly buttoned up his breeches.
“We thought we'd like some sea air this afternoon, the same as you, I suppose,” said Davenport in answer to Rutherford.
“Yes,” continued Bob, “it is a great treat to get to the seaside after having been boxed up in the country for some time, isn't it?”
Davenport laughed and Lawrence joined in with his idiotic giggle. “We were just having a look at Benson's pretty little cock when you came up,” said the elder boy.
“So I could see,” returned Bob. “I say, Davenport, I don't believe you and Lawrence have ever shown us yours. You seem to have been having a display in that vein; suppose you oblige us now.”
I had placed myself by Davenport's side, awaiting the signal for attack. As Bob spoke, he caught Davenport by the shoulders and pulled him backwards, while at the same instant I seized him around the legs and gripped with all my force.
Jimmy and de Beaupre had meanwhile dashed upon Lawrence with equal success. The suddenness of our actions had taken them by surprise, and having had no chance for resistance, they were helpless in our grasp and sprawling on their backs like two turtles.
Davenport made one last furious effort, exclaiming, “Shut up, Rutherford; don't fool about!” but Bob did not trouble to vouchsafe a reply and brought all his superior strength to play. In a few minutes we succeeded in securely fastening our captives' wrists together with the strap. This done, it was a work of little trouble to pass his belt 'round Davenport's ankles and buckle it tightly.
This left us free to go to the assistance of Blackie and the Duke who, although they were able to hold Lawrence firmly, had not yet been successful in tying him. With our aid, however, this was short work, and in very quick time, the two lay bound hand and foot and completely at our mercy.