Les & Bob part 2

This is a story about a pair of twin boys in the UK and some of their experiences in life and seen through the eyes of one of them. It is set in the past at an age when children in Britain did very much what they were told to do by an adult and never questioned it.

Not to be read by persons under 18 years of age.

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Les & Bob Part 2

The next morning Bob and I woke up to the sound of Father Fred walking across the room and opening the door presumably to go to the toilet. It was sunny and the birds were singing the clean air came in through the bedroom window. It was a lovely morning.

Bob said that he couldn’t wait to go exploring and I agreed that it would be great.

I asked him what he thought about his bath last night and he was just starting to answer when Father Fred came back into the room. “Oh you’re awake then boys” he said. “Today we will be going to Fountains Abbey and we will need to take a picnic. You will need to wear some shorts and a tee-shirt as it will be another warm day”.

“Can we go and explore on the moors this morning before we go please Father?” Bob asked and Father Fred said “yes there will be time for that after breakfast”.

He started to get undressed. Bob and I looked on once more at a naked adult, his hairy back and legs. The hair seemed to go right into his bottom. He turned around and once again we saw his Penis. It was flaccid hanging down about the same length as his ball sack. He said “Come on boys, its time to get up, you can wear the same shorts as yesterday but you will need some clean pants, socks and tee-shirts”.

We got out of bed and Fred told Bob to come over to him and told me to get the pant and things out of the bag for us both. He said to Bob “Take off your PJs and sit on the edge of the bed, I want to check how quickly and how dirty you penis gets with a foreskin.”

Bob took off his PJs and sat on the bed. Father Fred pushed him back onto his elbows and knelt in between Bob’s legs. He slowly picked up Bob limp prick and started to pull back the foreskin. Because he wasn’t erect, the skin pulled back much easier than it had the night before. The red knob was in view. Father Fred leaned forward to look carefully at the knob. He pulled the skin all the way back, as far as it would go and smelled it.

I was walked over with the clothes and was watching this carefully.

Bob’s prick started to grow as Father Fred lifted it up and then put his nose nearer to Bob’s ball sack and had another good sniff. Then as he brought the penis back down, of course it wasn’t hanging flaccid anymore, it was just starting to grow, he had another long sniff at Bob’s knob end. He then pulled the foreskin back over the slowly reddening glans.

“OK” he said “Let me compare Bob’s with yours now Les”. He got me to take off my PJs and sit at the side of Bob. Again he pushed me back onto my elbows as he had Bob. My penis was still soft and he picked it up to look at it.

It was no longer sticky from the night before but there was some obvious dried stuff on it. Father Fred leaned forward and breathed in deeply. He pulled back my foreskin and displaying my red knob, he looked closely at it as it the skin clipped behind my glans. He pulled it further back and he breathed in again very deeply. As he breathed out I could actually feel his breath on the end of my knob, it seemed cold and made it jump. There was no dried stuff on the knob or on the inside of the foreskin but after he had smelled the knob with the skin pulled right back he ran his finger on the skin at the back of the rim of the glans and smelled it.

My penis was starting to grow with all the extra attention I seemed to be getting.

He licked his finger and Bob and I looked at each other and screwed up our faces. Father Fred didn’t notice us. He pulled back my foreskin over my now darker red knob and moved closer to smell my balls again. There was some dried stuff just at the base of my prick but he hadn’t rubbed the stuff on my balls the night before so they were clean.

Bob’s dick had got hard probably from the after effects of what Father Fred had done to him and perhaps through watching what was going on with me. My prick was now fully hard.

“OK boys now I know how dirty you get, there is probably no need to have a bath this morning, but you will need one later. I would like you both to check each other now so that you know what I am talking about, Les you check Bob first please.”

I got off the bed, Father Fred moved across to the left to make room for me between Bob’s legs. It was then that I noticed how large Father Fred penis had grown it was certainly all stiff again like the night before.

“Come on get on with it” Fred said. I moved in-between Bob’s legs and moved forward to smell his Willy. Bob’s dick was fully erect and whilst not resting on his tummy it was not far off. The skin on the end was not showing any of his knob. I smelled Bob’s ball sack. All I could smell was soap to be quite honest. There was a little muskiness but we weren’t really hot and as such had not sweated much in bed. I smelled along the length of the shaft and at the tip of the penis.

“Pull his foreskin back Les” said Father Fred. I slowly started to pull the skin back. This is not something I had done to Bob in the past. Yes we had compared our dicks but we had not touched each other before. The knob was now a dark purple colour. The skin was stretching and going white at the very tip as it slowly pulled down the glans.
“Is that hurting?” I asked
“No, its OK just keep pulling it slowly” said Bob.

Then the skin clipped snugly back behind the rim of the glans.

I moved forward and inhaled. There was not strong smell of urine, just soap and some muskiness. The head looked very moist and was very dark. It kept jumping with each heart beat. Father Fred then said “OK Les get closer and pull the penis closer to your nose to get a better smell”.

As he said this I looked at him and noticed that he had his hand on his penis, he was not moving it but squeezing the end a little. I did as he asked and got hold of Bob’s very hard prick and pulled it away from his tummy toward my face, as I touched it, it jumped in my fingers. I moved my face closer to within a couple of inches of Bob’s prick and sniffed. Again there was nothing offensive to smell.

Father Fred told me to slide the foreskin back over the end again and to swap places with Bob.

Bob’s foreskin did not easily become unclipped from behind the rim but it did eventually, I let go of his dick and it sprang back toward his tummy. We swapped places.

Bob had a big smile on his face and looked at Father Fred for permission to start, I noticed that as he looked at Fred his eyes went down and looked at Father Fred squeezing his big prick. “Go on then, get on with it.” Father Fred instructed.

My prick was rock hard and pointing up with the foreskin just covering the end.

Bob put his face close and smelled my ball sack. His nose was very close and I could actually feel his breath on my balls as he breathed out. He started to smell up the shaft and then said “Look Father, there is some dried stuff along Les’s Willy.”

“Yes Bob, I noticed that as well, do you think that it smells?”

“No not really, his balls smell mainly of soap” Bob said “There is a smell of some kind on his Willy but I don’t know what it is, it’s not sweaty.” He touched my shaft, it jumped, he scraped the shaft and some of the dried stuff went onto one of his fingers.

“Some has come off onto my finger, look” he said. He put his finger to his nose and then wiped it onto the bed sheets without comment. He got hold of my Willy with his finger and thumb, it jumped when he touched it, and he started pulling the foreskin back off the head. It felt really good to have him touch it. The skin slid easily back and clipped in behind the rim. He held the shaft up and moved his nose really close and breathed in.

“It doesn’t smell bad, but there is a smell of soap and well I don’t know.”

“OK then Bob pull the skin back and I am going to swap places with Les so that you can smell what a penis smells like without a foreskin” Fred stood up. His huge Willy was standing straight out from his crutch and about 60 degrees from his belly. I got onto the floor at the side of Bob as I was told and Father Fred spread his legs apart.
“Bob, you go first” Fred instructed as he leaned back on his elbows.

I watched as Bob moved forward and went to smell Father Fred’s ball sack. He moved his head back in like a reflex action. “What’s the matter Bob?” Fred asked “nothing, I just wasn’t expecting it to smell quite so sweaty” said Bob.

“That’s what adult smell like, I will have a bath tonight and that will sort that, move the ball sack to one side and smell it there” Bob did as he was told and confirmed that this also smelled. As he touched Fred’s scrotum Fred took an intake of breath.

Bob moved closer and took hold of Fred’s penis with four inexperienced fingertips and his thumb and moved it toward his nose. Fred took another sharp intake of breath and his head went back. His penis throbbed back towards belly. I watched, Fred started watching again, Bob took hold of the prick again and moved it toward his nose and sniffed.

“I can’t smell anything in particular, but there is a similar smell to that which was on Les’s willy” said Bob “there is also another smell” he moved his head closer and moved the prick to one side and was smelling quite close to the pubic hair “it’s a bit like old wee”.

“Yes that will be sorted tonight, now it is Les’s turn” said Fred.

Bob moved out of the way and I moved into place, whilst we were swapping places I noticed that Father Fred grabbed his shaft and moved some of the skin up and down 2 or three times.

Fred moved his hand away from his shaft and I moved in to smell his balls. I lifted the ball sack up and smelt underneath it. I could smell bum smells and sweat. Fred was breathing heavily as I touched the scrotum and I felt the ball inside moving. I moved the sack to one side and Bob had done and smelled it again. The sweat was very strong but there was not as much bum smell.

I started to smell up the shaft. It was definitely different to Bob’s smell. It was a bit musky but there was another smell that was not present on Bob’s dick. I got hold of the shaft how Bob had done and again it jumped, Fred was breathing hard and watching intently to everything that was happening. I pulled the penis toward my nose and sniffed.

“What can you smell?” asked Fred

“Nothing really” I said “there is a smell which is quite different to Bob’s Willy but it is not strong like the sweaty bits.

Just then we heard a shout from the bottom of the stairs, it was Edith “OK you lot up there, the breakfast is nearly ready come on down!”

“OK boys you heard, get dressed now, at least you know how things smell now and why we have to keep clean. Especially you two with your foreskins” said Fred, he continued “this is between us we don’t need to talk about this with Edith ok?

We said yes and got dressed.

Breakfast was a real treat bacon, sausage, eggs and beans. We normally only had cereal, well actually porridge at home. We loved porridge which is just as well because we had it a lot.

We finished our orange juice and asked if we could go out to explore. Fred said that he would give us a shout once he had prepared the picnic and then we should go.

Edith’s house looked good at night, during the day it was fantastic, and it sat on a hillside on the moors. There was a fresh water spring at the side of the house. Father Fred explained later that this is where the water for the house came from and that was why there was a little sand in the bath last night. We ran up the hillside to the top of the hill and explored an old shed. There were some sheep that kept their distance.

I needed a wee and of course as is usual with twins, bob needed one at the same time. When we both had our willies out and having a tiddle Bob asked why there was stuff on my will when he looked at it this morning.

I told Bob what happened last night in bed “Last night when we were in bed, Father Fred touched my willy again. Somehow it seemed OK in the bath but I wasn’t expecting it in bed”

“I would agree” said Bob but he was eager to know more “so what did he do?”

“He touched my willy until it was stiff again, and then he pulled back the skin and kept touching it, feeling it as if to make sure that the skin was not covering the head. Then he took his hand away and I felt the bed moving, you were fast asleep by this time. The next thing I felt his hand go back to my Willy only this time it was wet.”

“Wet?” enquired Bob

“Yes wet. When he touched my knob this time it was much more sensitive. You know how it was in the batch last night, it was just like that”

We put our dicks back into our pants and sat down continuing to talk.

Bob said “I know, it was a really funny feeling with Edith and Father Fred touching my Willy like they did. It was nice though don’t you think?”

“Yes and it also felt nice in bed, but it didn’t seem right. He continued to make the rest of my Willy all wet which is why you could see that dried stuff I guess this morning.”

“So what do you think it was that he put on your will to make it wet?” asked Bob

“Well it wasn’t just wet, because after he had finished and he pulled my skin back he went to sleep, I put my hand under the sheets to feel it and it was slimy, well slippy anyway. I smelled my fingers after I had touched it and there was a funny smell, a bit like Mum’s cleaning stuff.”

I continued “It will be interesting to see if he does the same to you tonight”.

“What do you think of his Willy?” I asked Bob.

“It’s massive isn’t it?” he said “but it isn’t as hard as mine when he is stiff, it’s just much thicker and hotter. It’s not as hard as yours either” he said.

“I know, I actually liked touching your and I liked it when you touched mine. Father Fred’s is quite a lot bigger isn’t it” I agreed. “When I lifted his ball sack this morning I felt the balls moving inside and it wasn’t me moving them.”

Bob said “all I know is that he was breathing very hard when you were touching him and on other occasions he seemed to be holding his breath waiting for you to touch him some more”.

“Les, Bob it’s time to go!” we heard Father Fred shouting from below.

We stood up and ran in a race to the cottage.

It didn’t take long to get to Fountain’s Abbey and because Father Fred was with us we got in without paying. It is a fantastic building with a very tall tower. We walked around some of the grounds and Bob and I were running around as Fred sat on a bench in the sun. After lunch we walked into the building and around the ruins as Father Fred explained what each part of the Abbey was used for. He explained about the responsibilities of the Abbot and a little about life at that time.

There was a lot of walking which was very tiring.

We had an ice lolly which was a real treat.

On the way back to the house we stopped at another church and went to a said service. I really preferred singing services as said services were boring. Father Fred knew the vicar at this church and we were invited to tea. We had Cottage Pie.

We set off to go home having had a wonderful time.

When we got back to the cottage Edith had left a note saying that she was out and wouldn’t be back until 9 o’clock. She had left some biscuits out for a little supper.

“Right” Father Fred said “we have another busy day tomorrow and it is getting late so we need to get ready for bed …

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