Natural Erections Ch. 03

Chapter 3 – Mr Jessop Senior

Mike and Paulo were hard at work knowing Mr Jessop senior was about to arrive. They wanted to give a good impression, not that they were unhappy with the work they had done so far, but he was the 'boss.' They pretended not to hear his car arrive so that he would 'catch' them at work. Not naked of course, though they had done that a lot when Katherine had been there and later when her parents had been staying on at the villa. Indeed, had sometimes worked like that both after they had left and also before Katherine came. Mike and Paulo had become easier and easier with being naked together; indeed, had become very jokey and familiar about it.

The two of them had been up early, had walked along the path together with their erections and morning need, happily recalling their walk up the river and their return to find Mr and Mrs Jessop copulating. They had pushed their erections through the railings at the viewpoint and stood there, painfully erect with the need to wee, gazing out over the parched but rather wonderful landscape.

"It's lovely here."

"Certainly is, Mike. Shame neither Katherine nor Mrs Jessop are here with us."

"Sitting on the railings, legs spread, our arms around either of them, either ready to wee too."

"Yeah, didn't do anything like that with them. Our famed love of watersports..."

"...and bondage..."

"...didn't get a look in with either."

"Not their scene. Didn't think we should raise the idea."

"No, plenty else to enjoy, eh!"

"What we need is our little Filipino, just desperate to go, and with a real kink for all sorts of things."

"We did talk of chasing her around and we certainly did that with Katherine."

"Wonderful wasn't it. Chasing her naked, catching her and fucking her."

"She certainly liked being chased."

"She certainly liked being fucked!"

"She and her mother. Quite wore me out."

"But that was a day ago now."

"Yeah, a day's rest was good but already I feel recharged and ready to go. Oh, look, our little Filipino can't hold back, she's starting to dribble."

She was not starting anything at all, of course, because she neither existed nor was there, but it was good to imagine and in support the two lads let fly, twin strong streams hosing out from their erect penises away up into the air to fall down onto the ground below. In an ideal world it would have been three 'golden' streams arcing away, to be followed almost certainly by copulation, with the little Filipino very probably between the two of them, perhaps taking it in turns with her vagina as they had done with Katherine, one in and then out, followed by the other, an enjoyable alternation.

Their streams faded away. "Think yours went the furthest, Paulo, you get first fuck."

"What if the Filipino had gone furthest?"

"She gets first choice! Either way we fuck."

In what had become a tradition both men made the final drops fall from their cocks not by shaking or squeezing but by banging their penises against the iron railings. It was better done when erect, they could actually make the metal vibrate and 'ring.'

"Iron cock against iron," Paulo said. It made them both laugh and bang the harder!

"Great name, you know, like those Red Indian sort of names: Sitting Bull, Crazy Horse, Black Elk. Hey, this is my friend, Iron Cock!"

"What'd you be called?" He looked at Mike standing there, still tumescent. "Yeah, 'Carven Wood' or 'Chief Erection that won't go Down.' That'd be an impressive name to have. Bit odd writing it on application forms, you'd get funny looks at Passport Control and most anyplace!"

"We've come a long way since we arrived here, you know. Remember being so shocked when we met each other like this, cocks in the air, and now we're calling each other silly penis names, but I wouldn't half mind having that girl here now. Wouldn't you, Iron Cock?"

Paulo broke into a great big grin, thrusting his erection forward. "Certainly I'd like to slip this into her, one place or another. But no, she's not here." He looked out over the view. "Amazing place and it's been amazing what we've done. I mean, it's been great talking with you here and having a wank but chasing Katherine, fucking Mrs Jessop down by the river and going for that walk stark naked up to the castle and then..."

"What if we'd met someone. We so easily could have done. What if a couple of tourists had been there first?"

"What could they have done? There were four of us and we were right in the middle of nowhere. Nobody to complain to at all. Might have even liked the nudity and joined us exploring the ruins naked."

"Fat chance."

"No, imagine it, say a couple of American backpackers on a year out. Blond, pigtails, big chests, denim shorts, overly perfect teeth..."

"Better make them dark haired if they are going to be wandering around naked in the hot sun, and well-tanned to boot."

"Can't we have them all white where their bikinis would be? I like that naked bikini look!"

"Better if they are tanned all over. Used to the naturist life!"

"Plenty of hair down below."

"We haven't even met them yet. Might be a couple of blokes or a girl and boy."

"Mrs Jessop would like them to be blokes, wouldn't she? A couple of tall young men, she'd want their denim shorts off. You could just imagine her patting their naked bums as we all explored. Accidental like at first, but then getting more personal."

"Yeah, she would too, if she could get them to explore naked as well. Imagine the shock on their faces, if she had got them to herself in one of those ruined towers and her hands had moved from bottom to penises. We come around the corner and there they are with their 'boners,' that's the American term isn't it, all up in the air. Probably set us off or, rather, up too! Mr Jessop's big black job, you old 'Iron Cock' and me."

"She'd like that. Five cocks standing around her. But be good to have three women to three men. Even things up a bit."

"Yeah it was two to one with Katherine and three to one with Mrs Jessop. Worked though! You're right, better if it was one each." He paused, "Mr Jessop would want to try one of the two girls so one of us would've had to make do with Mrs Jessop."

"Make do! She was..."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah but I'd still like to try one of the new girls."

"Best if we all swap around. Mmmm, not just us men swapping with Mrs J or Katherine but going along the line of girls."

"How many do you want!"

"Let's have five here right now, bent over the railings. Are you ready?"

And Mike simulated fucking one of the girls, stabbing his erection into thin air before the railings, his hands gripping the iron top. Of course, it looked ridiculous, but Paulo could imagine.

"I'm not waiting for you; I'm not following you down the line. I'll start the other end."

An even more ridiculous sight, the two of them fucking imagined girls, penises sawing into thin air. One girl each and then a step to the side towards each other and them imagining fucking the next girls. But what were they to do with the fifth girl – fuck her together? They looked at each other.

"What's she like Mike?"

"She's a big lass, tall, she can have your blond pigtails, but she's got lots of curls down below, wide hips, gorgeous bottom. Shall we take her together?"

The absurdity of the sight became worse as the two lads mimicked double penetration as they had done before.

"Phew! We don't half get ourselves worked up."

And they were worked up as they settled back to poking through the railings. Their two penises were rock hard.

"I'm going to have to come, Paulo. Nothing for it."

"Yep. Down onto the ground, not into a girl at all."

"Do you remember Mrs Jessop's thought of being in a male changing room with all those erect lads turning their backs as she undressed."

"Fat chance they wouldn't peep!"

"Yeah, you can imagine them one by one turning their heads and seeing the others looking; do you think they would all turn right around until, what was it twenty, twenty-five cocks were all pointing directly at her."

"Bukkake time!"

"Just what I was thinking. A cum bath or shower. Do you think she'd like that, penises spurting all over her?"

"Suspect it'd be her sort of thing. Imagine it..."

"I am!"

"There we are with those other lads in a circle around her, all of us wanking and when we are about to come, we move in close and release. Look there's a couple of boys doing it now. Look at that load!"

"Not much from the other penis."

"No, but its right on her nipple so he's done well really. Another two coming forward. Just look at the size of his cock!"

"And another two. Four around her at once. There goes one, and two together. Look at it all spurting and dripping down on her."

The two lads were wanking away, their eyes focused not on each other but the middle distance as they imagined the scene in their minds, imagined the semen coming again and again as they held their own back, so enjoying the thoughts and the edging.

"Imagine how cum covered she is getting. It'll be all over her breasts, no doubt in her hair, in her pubic hair and how many will have chosen to come over her face? Of course, there would increasingly be a jostling for position. You push in where you can get in! Fuck! Look at how she's rubbing her breasts with all the stuff."

"Licking it off her lips. Oh look, he's pushed his cock right up to her mouth and is coming all over her lips and tongue."

"Come on Paulo, our turn, there's not many cocks left to come. We don't want to be last do we?"

"Yes, we do. But where?"

"Hose her everywhere like..." His voice tailed off to somewhat inarticulate noises as his penis began to spurt. And, as he had suggested, his fast-moving hand moved his knob left to right and back again sending droplets of his white semen all over the place in the air in front of him.

Even with Paulo doing the same it could not really be said the air was 'full' of flying semen but certainly it was all done in a real scatter gun way as the two imagined it all going across Mrs Jessop's already very cum covered body.

There was a pause. The droplets had long fallen to the ground below before the young men spoke.

"Well, I hope Mrs Jessop liked that!"

"I certainly did. That was pretty good as a wank goes. Work time, I think now."

And it certainly was. Mr Jessop Snr. found them hard at work when, mid-morning, he pulled up in his car. Hard at work and dressed in their shorts of course. Good to see him, good to welcome him to his villa and make him a cup of coffee and get him a glass of water as they sat in the shade and talked. He was their employer after all.

He was pleased with their work. Keen to hear how Katherine's revision had gone and what Mr and Mrs Jessop had done whilst there. They mentioned the river and the walk to the castle and how they had enjoyed the picnic. They mentioned nothing about how much they had enjoyed his daughter in law or his granddaughter for that matter.

"Do you fancy another visit to the river. I've got to go into town for shopping and a few other things. I could drop you off and pick you up again on the way back?"

If Mr Jessop Snr. did not mind them not working, they were more than happy to take another swim. A little strange to stand and watch the car drive away leaving them alone in the middle of nowhere without transport: but they had plenty of water in their backpacks.

"Shall we swim or walk?" The two made their way once more upstream, remembering how they had walked that way with Mr and Mrs Jessop. It was a little sad, in a way, they were not there too. The lads did not strip off, at least not straightway but when they came to the pool at the bottom of the path to the castle it was definitely time for a swim.

"That was a good fuck wasn't it?" Mike meant the one after the castle and after their swim.

"Don't think any with Mrs Jessop were bad!"

"Nope! Not sure how many times."

"How much semen we pumped into her."

"Great wasn't it. Wish they were here now. It's not the same with old Mr Jessop. I wonder if his cock still works but... no women. No woman."

"Never mind, Mike, I'm sure we'll have a wank later." Paulo watched as Mike pulled down his shorts, deliberately letting his already erect cock spring up into the air. "We have certainly become very unconcerned about each other's erections. No don't get in yet. Wait for me. We can remember how we all walked into the pool with Mrs Jessop watching after a bit of fucking first."

"Oh, yeah, that was good. We did a lot of walking around and towards her like that. She just wouldn't leave us alone either. Talk about being groped..."

"Bit more than groped!"

"Fondled, sucked, fucked... used!"

"Toy boys!"

"Yeah, great wasn't it!"

The two friends walked into the cool water, their cocks upright and peeled, remembering.

Refreshed they walked up the hill, not naked but dressed again. Unfortunately, there was no Mrs Jessop telling them what to do or doing any groping. Walking naked up into the castle with Mr and Mrs Jessop was one thing but they felt no need to do it on their own. It was quite a way up to the castle. A good walk with increasingly fine views back down to the river and its pools. The sun was hot and perhaps it was not ideal to expose lots of skin to it.

Nonetheless close to the castle they started daring each other and so it was two naked, and erect as it happened, young men peered around the doorway to see if anyone was there. They had walked the last few yards without even their backpacks, they had left them by the track leaning against a rock. The castle looked deserted, though there was still the slight risk someone or some people might be exploring and not obvious. There were after all plenty of places to hide or just not be seen. Quite daring to step out into the courtyard. They would have felt more comfortable (in many ways indeed) had Mrs Jessop been there not so much to hold their hands for reassurance as their penises. A quick search and, importantly and firstly, a check for a car down below confirmed they were alone. They revisited the 'queen's room' but, alas, no Mrs Jessop awaited them.

They relaxed and rather enjoyed the daring way they were walking around naked. It felt good to be visiting like that and they said so. They sat and talked and, indeed, after a while they companionably wanked together.

"Come on Iron Rod, let's take a walk around the castle like we did with the Jessops."

They got up and stepped from the doorway.

"I thought it was Iron Cock, Mi... I mean, Chief Erection that won't go Down."

"Yeah, though perhaps Iron Rod is better. Oh fuck, Paulo, look!"

Out in the open they could see, way down below, a parked car and close to the front entrance a couple of figures approaching. Had the people been looking up they would have seen two naked and very much erect figures standing up on the castle walls. Mike and Paulo hurried back into the room and then, peering round to see the figures were too close to the castle to see them, hurried down the steps, dodging around behind and into a passageway, their knowledge of the castle suddenly being put to good use. The stared through an aperture as the new arrivals walked through the main gate.

"Fuck, just as we imagined."

It was indeed just as they had fantasised about. A couple of young women, both fair, and with those imagined pigtails, goodly sized breasts and the denim shorts that Mike and Paulo had imagined. Nicely tanned legs and arms. Even though the two lads were rather in a difficult situation, not least from having erections, neither could resist wanking as they watched the girls wandering around. Perhaps it was because they were not unduly worried. There was a certain frisson of apprehension but not real fear. Not at all. The girls could not exactly do anything about them even if they were caught and the girls had to catch sight of them first.

The boys knew the layout well and were pretty sure they could stay hidden by moving around. The trick, as they knew, was not to move whilst there was any chance of being seen. The eye is good at detecting movement, less good at spotting unmoving things when not looking for them. They were unlikely to see the shape of unmoving heads in the deep shadows thrown by the hot sun. Mike and Paulo grinned at each other. As the girls looked out of the small rear door to the castle, they moved position, two naked and tumescent young men crouched and hurrying. It was rather fun. They hid and watched the two girls, enjoying their fine young limbs, the way they moved, the bulges under their tee shirts and the promise within their shorts. Good to see them climbing up the steps to the 'queen's chamber.' A room the lads heavily associated with sex – the very one they had been wanking in only minutes before.

"Really they should take all their clothes off in there and walk down again naked." Foreskins were moved at the thought. "And then we can greet them. Salute them formally."

"What would they think if we went now to climb those steps?"

"Better imagined than done I am sure!"

It was an opportunity to move again and they took it, and did they not make the right move! It would have been mere fantasy, unlikely on a 1:100 probability, that had they walked up the stairs naked and erect they would have been warmly welcomed by the two young women tourists: but what did happen was almost equally unlikely. Not as good, certainly unlikely, yet fortuitous things do happen. The unexpected and improbable can occur.

The lads were now looking at the castle courtyard through a low opening, probably not even a window but it did afford a bit of light to a cellar and gave the lads a nicely secret place to spy. A cellar, moreover, with an entrance and an exit. Should the girls choose to enter, the boys could easily depart at the other end. They were not trapped in a dead end. The view was excellent, the lads invisible in the darkness of the cellar. They could stare at long legs, indeed almost look up the legs of the shorts. They could hear the girls talking as they retraced their walk up the steps back down to the courtyard. They were indeed Americans as the originally imagined girls had been. Their voices clearer as they walked closer and closer to the boys' hiding place; how little they realised they were being ogled and mentally undressed by two naked young men both engaged in checking their own reproductive equipment was in good working order – yes, that their foreskins slid easily. Had the girls realised they would not have done what they did next.

Two hands went separately to the buttons at the tops of their shorts and down came shorts and panties giving the boys an unexpected but certainly wished for view of their suddenly unclothed hips and their all-important mons veneris, one with plentiful fair hair, the other with a completely denuded slit. The best of both worlds all at once. Delightfully straight short hairs to the right, interestingly tufting upwards, and plump unadorned white flesh to the left with that so interesting divide leading down into warmth and wetness. Bikini lines showing on both – the change from tanned skin to hidden whiteness.

For a pair of professed 'watersport' enthusiasts this was an utter and unexpected delight. As one the two tourists squatted and with the lads in their low spying position, they were able to see under the panties and shorts pulled down to knees and right up between spread thighs. With the sun still high but slanting down in an absolutely perfect direction, nothing was hidden from the boys' gaze. They could see 'everything' as their hands flew. And whilst their eyes naturally sought out the entrance to where they would really have liked to have been invited to enter, for both there was the excitement of what they knew was about to happen – and happen it did. From the girl on the left a tentative stream and then she was in full flow. She had obviously been both drinking plentiful water as you should in the hot sun and also holding off taking a pee. And then her friend was off, no tentative spurt but straight into full flow, a real torrent rushing out, a so much greater flow than either of the lads could manage. And both streams were arcing right at the boys. Not reaching them of course, not coming through the gap in the masonry and falling down to splash all hot upon their straining penises; nothing like that, merely hitting the ground and kicking up dust right in front of them.