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fine art of seduction
Chapter One
Copyright© 2013 – Rob Loveboy
I knew about sex from a very young age. As far back to when I was five, I
knew that men and women didn’t just have sex to make babies, you only had to
live with my slut of a mother and hear her screaming out from behind the
paper-thin walls separating the bedrooms of our dumpy basement apartment telling
the man to fuck her pussy harder. Apparently, they all had beautiful, big cocks;
a descriptive word for penis that I learned from the school yard. That, and
‘pussy’ combined in an almost angry conversation coming from the room next door,
I formed my own conclusions how the two were applied together, backed up of
course, by schoolyard scuttlebutt about ‘fucking.’
One night, I guess she couldn’t decide, and brought home two guys from the
bar. I learned that women also took ‘it’ up their bums when doing it the
‘sandwich’ way. Mother howled even louder that night. Another time she brought
home a man and another woman. Naive, I guessed that the women would have to
share his cock.
My very first view of the adult male anatomy was one night when I woke up
needing to pee. Standing at the bowl, in walked a naked man, who when saw me,
quickly retreated, but not before I had saw it. The nightlight plugged into the
wall cast enough of a glow to see about 4 inches, thick as a hot dog weenie,
dangling and swaying as he moved. It looked much very different
than my eight-year old mini version insofar as his flared at the end; like an
acorn, I thought. Strange. As strange was the dark, curly hairs that forested
his groin area.
I often saw my mother naked. Most mornings, the men were long gone by then,
entering the kitchen where I was eating cereal. She would hug and kiss me and
make idle chit-chat while preparing the coffee maker before her shower. Her
boobies were small, I guessed, most ladies breasts seemed to stick out. Her
nipples were like raisins jutting from lighter brown, nickel size spheres. A
small patch of black hair perfectly tapered down between her nether region. I
suppose it was that common site of her naked when I concluded girls didn’t have
a penis.
Sometimes mom would playfully lift the waistband of my undies and peek inside
asking how Mr. Willie was, complimenting and telling me what a big-boy I was
getting to be and what a great lady-pleaser I was going to be one day.
Mother hinted around telling me about the facts-of-life when I had turned
ten. It was one of her boyfriends, Rick, that nonchalantly suggested to her over
dinner that I watch the two of them have sex for a broader education rather than
her trying to explain the details.
Giggling like a schoolgirl, she scolded Rick, who never changed his demeanour
appearing serious. It was always obvious that she hoped for a relationship with
him. Mom was gaga over Rick, a handsome man, twenty-three, five years her
junior, who was a long-distance trucker staying with us whenever he was in town.
I liked Rick. He always made time for me, playing pitch, or travelling around
the city in his tractor-trailer making deliveries. I decided that I wanted to be
a trucker when I grew up; fascinated by the skill he mastered shifting gears and
applying all the buttons and switches. He promised that one day soon, he would
take me on the road with him.
So that night, without further conversation and mother’s smitten weakness,
Rick took a kitchen chair and placed it beside mother’s bed. They stood as they
passionately kissed and watched as he undressed my mother, his hands all over
her body. Rick lay her on the bed and took off his clothes. What appeared to my
ten-year old eyes, was a huge cock that flopped out and bounced when he lowered
his underwear.
Rick smiled at me as he stroked his meaty bratwurst size-and shaped cock seen
in full glory by my ten-year old bulging eyes. He had that same acorn tip as the
man I saw in the bathroom, except Rick’s was much more swollen, bulbous. The pee
slit flared wide to see the pink interior that oozed a pus-like fluid. I
wondered if he had somehow damaged his knob, surely it wasn’t pee. Two plump
orbs the size of jaw-breaker gumballs dangled in a sack that had a spattering of
long black strands of hair.
I watched my mother take it deep in her mouth when Rick straddled her head
and nestled his face between her thighs. He strained his eyes to make sure I was
looking, he needn’t have worried, I was intently interested in watching his cock
being adored by my mother. Wet, slurping sounded from the bed; mother appeared
to really enjoy licking it like the giant candy canes I got in my stocking every
Christmas.
He gave me a good view by kneeling between her legs and slowly inserting his
manhood, his eyes never left me until he fell atop on her and
began pounding his meat into her while he sucked her titties and kissed her.
After several minutes, he suddenly bolted back onto his knees and strings of
white stuff spurted over mom’s belly. It was over as quick as it started; a
pearly white drool dangled a few inches from his tip. Rick had intentionally
wanted me to see that, staring at me with a sly smile. He didn’t have to explain
that it was the stuff that made babies; I had gathered that insight on my
own.
After being excused, my lesson complete, I lay in my bed thinking about what
I had seen. Rick’s cock in my mother’s mouth replayed over and over again. I had
heard boys telling each other to ‘suck my cock,’ or ‘lick my dick,’ however, I
always thought this was meant as a vulgar term in the same context as ‘shove it
up your ass.’ It had never occurred to me that the act was anything more than a
juvenile insult. Nobody would really do that!
I fast forwarded over my mother being laid and replayed the gobs of the
creamy-white, snot-like substance erupting each time his cock twitched. His
contorted face and guttural groans indicated he was enjoying himself. The stuff
was edible, too, it seemed. He scooped up mass amounts and mother sucked his
fingers. At one point, I swear he was going to offer me a sample until mother
playfully slapped his hand and told him not to be so silly. I couldn’t imagine
anything coming out of a human body being tasty, but mother was enamoured with,
smacking her lips for more. Suddenly, it occurred to me that mother’s milk came
from inside a boobie and that kind of put things into perspective for me. Man’s
milk. After all, if it made babies it wouldn’t be poisonous, maybe even
nutritiously good for you.
In the morning, Rick and mom appeared in the kitchen, both naked except she
was wearing panties. Again, I was mesmerized by his cock. Flaccid, about the
size of a dill-pickle, and his balls hung well beneath it. All swayed to and fro
when he walked past giving me that devilish grin over his shoulder. Rick poured
himself a glass of juice, came back toward me and stood in full view of my
wandering eyes as he chatted about something or other. I couldn’t be sure, but
it might have twitched and stretched a bit, the folds of wrinkled skin near the
knob seemed to tighten somewhat.
It was a little uncomfortable not knowing where to look, especially when he
chuckled and lifted his cock to show me his spider web of red veined freshly
shaved scrotum he claimed had been carefully administered that very morning by
my mother. When he offered to let me feel the ‘silky smooth’ orbs to prove the
authenticity of being ‘soft as a baby’s bum,’ she slapped his shoulder spoiling
the moment for me to explore. Rick laughed, winked, and walked away leaving me
to eat my Cap’n Crunch cereal in curious wonder.
That morning, Rick took me with him to have his truck serviced. Killing time,
we took in a matinee of the latest Batman movie showing at the Odeon
theatre. He placed a hand on my bare knee that travelled slowly up my thigh
stopping when a couple of his fingers entered my short pants. His pinky finger
ever so lightly caressed my left nut over my underpants. I was paralyzed.
Rick’s finger prodded the hemline searching for a hint of access.
Unfortunately for him, mother had not done laundry; the skin-tight undies I wore
that day were much too small for me. Giving up, he resumed finger grazing over
my testicle. I had no clue why Rick wanted to touch me in that way, nonetheless,
I found his rub pleasurable and spread my legs a little wider to give his finger
better access. Taking advantage of the new freedom, his finger was soon
travelling over the underside of my Gherkin pickle dick.
Embarrassed, I got an erection from the sensations, but had no idea that I
had been brought to my first sexual stimulation, and naively thinking Rick would
laugh at me. He didn’t. Another finger and thumb joined the caress from my tight
scrotum all the way up my shaft and back over the thin cotton material. We never
talked of it after the movie; we picked up his truck and went home.
Once, he pulled over onto the shoulder and looked at me all flushed like he
had something on his mind. I noticed his hand at his crotch, kind of scratching
himself, and he was breathing heavily, but suddenly he appeared to have second
thoughts about whatever it was and pulled back into the traffic.
I watched them fuck again that night. That time I was told to lie on my side
beside him, my head supported by my hand, and I saw the pink innards of my
mother’s vagina that he spread wide with both hands before licking the mass of
folds. A peculiar odour emanated, like my goldfish bowl when it needed cleaning.
When he was finished, his face was a slick sheen. I then
watched his cock slide into what appeared to me as an open can of diced tomatoes
before he spread himself over her body and pumped away with a hand squeezing my
pyjama covered bum. Disappointed, I didn’t get to see Rick squirt that night,
however when he rolled off mom on his back, his withering cock leaked a little
bit of the creamy substance.
Once again, I lay in my bed thinking about what I had learned that night, but
more even more vivid was Rick touching me at the movie theatre and my dick got
hard. I rubbed it over my pyjama bottoms, then dared to slip my hand under the
waistband. It felt nice. Really exciting, I envisioned my mother sucking Rick’s
cock, then his sliding it into her. I spit on my palm several times and wrapped
it around the achingly hard boner. It felt bigger, longer, as if my bone was
going to pop through my pee slit at any time.
Instinct must have taken over. If Rick liked his cock surrounded by a mouth
or a vagina and the clear fact that he used his hand to pump his meat, friction
must have been the common denominator, I discovered masturbation. I had no real
sexual fantasies to enhance the experience. I certainly had no thoughts of
sticking it in my mother, or any other girl. Yuck! The only thing that intrigued
me was Rick’s nice manly body, however, why that was, I had no idea, and from
what I learned at school, as a rule of nature, boys just didn’t touch other boys
that way, so I blocked that from my mind. It must have been an accident when
Rick touched me.
Eventually, I fell asleep and woke up the next day with a very sore and
chafed dick, vowing to never to do that again, despite the pleasure, it wasn’t
meant to be used like that, I reasoned.
There was no sex education the next night. I was still up watching TV when
mom and Rick came home from a night at the bar. Accompanying them was a young
man naked named Jason. I guessed his age to be around eighteen,
I learned that he was a busboy at the bar. Jason was blond, had rosy red cheeks
and appeared very shy and nervous. The three drank a beer each rather quickly,
and retired to mom’s bedroom without even a kiss goodnight from her, leaving me
to watch the Simpson’s, the episode when Bart discovers masturbation, which
caused me to rethink my own position on the issue.
My first thought was that she and Rick were going to educate Jason about sex
like they had showed me. I felt a certain sense of pompous pride thinking that,
much younger; I already knew the facts of life well before the older teen did. I
shut off the TV and went to bed gloating.
What I heard through the thin wall was anything but another me sitting and
watching the demonstration, Jason was very much a part of the goings on next
door. It was all very confusing, but I distinctly heard my mother encouraging
Jason to suck Rick’s cock and how turned on that made her. I didn’t exactly know
what "turned on" meant, but it must have been a good thing, I thought.
A while later, the headboard hit the wall louder than I had ever heard
before, even my bed vibrated. I could hear my mother, Rick and Jason screaming
out dirty words. I lost track of who was telling who what to do who, my mind was
still trying to sort out the probability that Jason must have been a weirdo, or
was it that the kids at school were dead wrong in their assumptions that boys
didn’t suck other boy’s dicks. When school commenced in September, I was going
to be the most popular kid with my wealth of dirty knowledge.
Jason left in the wee hours of the morning. I could hear Rick and mom talking
about their evening with the young man…
"You were right, hon., the boy did swing both ways" she giggled.
"I told you that I caught him checking me out in the can," Rick laughed. "I
almost told him to fuck off, then I remembered ya saying once how much you
wanted to see two guys get it on. --I figured, what the fuck, try anything once,
especially if it would please you. I guess I owed it to you for all the times we
had another woman in bed."
"That is so sweet, Ricky." mom said so quietly that I had to strain my ears
to hear. "I’m so glad that you’re open-minded that way." The bed creaked and I
heard a faint kiss.
"What’s a little cock in my mouth, --wasn’t all that bad, really. And if that
pleases you, cupcake .
. ." Rick laughed, more giggles and kissing ensued, the headboard only tapped
the wall; somehow I knew that they were fucking again, but slowly.
The last words I thought I heard before falling asleep were those of Rick. "I
bet ya hope Robbie grows up with an open mind about sex, don’t ya, honey?"
"mmm, yes, . . . keep his options open, I guess. --Now please fuck me!"
"Well, --we should add it, now, while he’s learning about sex. I could teach
him ya know the least I could do for you." I heard mother laugh, then a hard
slap to Rick’s bottom. "Pervert!"
The headboard began to slam the wall. Teach me what? Adults were so confusing
sometimes. I fell asleep.
Rick took me along in his truck to price out new tires that morning. I loved
the smell of rubber inside the store’s showroom. Tires taller than I dwarfed
even the adults, standing upright supported only by bevelled footings that I
avoided for fear one would fall over on me or worse yet, roll off its support
and run me over.
When we climbed back into the truck via the walk in sleeper cab, Rick had
that same awkward look that he had coming home from the movie theatre. He sat on
the bed and motioned me to stand in front of him. He pulled off my t-shirt,
lifted each foot and removed my sneakers and socks. The only words spoken at the
time was that, "It was time I learned how to please a man."
My shorts were unbuttoned, and my fly pulled down. He was breathing very
heavy and his hands trembled. Down went my shorts that I stepped out of without
being told, I had no idea why even though I was scared. His hand touched my
privates over my ‘Spiderman’ briefs. He groped me and his other hand planted
itself under my waistband on my bare rear, a finger ran up and down the length
of my crack. My undies were lowered and his hand made unencumbered contact with
my extending penis.
It felt nice. All of it. Even his teeth gently biting my nipples. Rick stood
abruptly, removed his shirt and had me sit on the bed. His jeans and underwear
went down to his thighs and his man-cock appeared even larger that I remembered.
I knew what he wanted and nervously took hold of his warm, squishy manhood. The
pink slit oozed a clear liquid. He brought my other hand to his soft and heavy
balls that I cupped and weighed and had the sense to massage.
Rick put his cock to my lips, and once again, I knew what he wanted of me and
opened my mouth to accept the thick sausage. It had a metallic, funky taste, not
unpleasant. Nor was the musty scent as my nose neared his crotch, however,
unable to take his length fully as my mother had. I gagged before realizing my
limit. Rick allowed me that concession, half his cock was enough, the rest he
guided my hand to pump, catching on, he left me on my own. He leaned over with
his hands supporting his body against the rear wall of the bunk and looked down
to watch me.
Rick’s man-milk took me by surprise. I choked at the first eruption hitting
the back of my throat, the rest accumulated over my tongue and into the well of
my lower jaw. The pungent taste was sour and an odour assaulted my sinuses. Rick
broke the long silence and told me to swallow the goop. I once was dared by my
mother to swallow a raw oyster, the texture was not unlike that sorry experience
as it slid down my throat not once, but twice in order to void it all followed
by as much saliva as I could muster to chase it down.
The man fluffed my hair telling me I did a great job, almost as good as my
mother. He pulled up his underwear and jeans, and donned his shirt, taking that
as my own queue to dress myself. Other than Rick telling me not to tell my
mother what we did, we drove home without another word being said, a hint of his
taste still in my mouth as a reminder. I had an uneasy feeling that what we did
was wrong. My mother had not given her permission of Rick’s offer to teach me
guy stuff; I guessed he was feeling guilty.
Disappointed that I wasn’t invited to sit in on their sex that night, I
listened to them through the wall instead, painting a very clear picture from
memory of them going at it. Hearing my mother suck his cock gave me chills. I
knew exactly what it felt and tasted like in her mouth, even his manly crotch
odour was vividly sensed. I swear for the briefest moment, I could taste that
sour, creamy goop that nauseated me.
Their usual pillow talk followed. I put my ear to the wall so as not to miss
anything muffled. Rick dropped a bombshell on the smitten women who screamed and
giggled and smacking kisses ensued.
"I’ve been thinking, honey. Maybe it’s time for us to settle down together.
You could quit that bar job and be a real mom to Robbie for once. Home all the
time for him, baking cookies and cakes and stuff."
"OH Rick!" she wailed, "You don’t know how badly I wanted us to be together
and never thinking it would ever happen. A dream come true."
"I have a confession to make, Katie. It may change your mind altogether after
I tell you."
"Nothing could be so bad and change my mind, Ricky."
"I - I had sex with Robbie today… in my truck. I couldn’t control myself.
I’ve been having those desires for him lately. Maybe it was the sex I had with
Mike the other night that opened my eyes to the fact that I like boys: and I
mean younger than Mike…way younger."
I heard mother sobbing in the silence, then stutter, "Wha, what did you do
with him?"
"I stripped him naked, played with his genitals, then had him give me a
blowjob."
"I - I can forgive you that one indiscretion, Rick. --It was a onetime thing,
you lost your mind, like I did a few years ago fucking my barely 13 year old
nephew. --It happens."
My mom had sex with my cousin Alex? I remembered him staying with us for a
weekend. I was seven then, and thought nothing of them sharing my mother’s
larger bed rather than sleeping with me in my small one.
Mother went on, "There. We’ve shared a deep, dark secret with each other that
we’re not proud of."
"But you don’t understand, Katie. The conditions of you and I being a couple
is that I get unrestricted access to Robbie. I need you to share me with him,
otherwise…I leave here for good! We could still be a happy family. He’ll have a
caring father, --I’ll even adopt him: and you won’t have to work in a sleazy bar
another day in your life."
"I don’t know, Rick. I really don’t know. He’s so young."
"He’s almost eleven, and trust me, he was just as eager to fool around as I
was. I sense that early puberty is just around the corner for him. He is very
well developed for his age, I might add. And he, --he’s a natural born
cock-sucker, Katie. I didn’t have to teach him much; he learned a great deal
watching you."
"I guess if he’s okay with it…"
"He’s okay with it, Katie. You’ve always had a open, honest relationship with
him, not your average mother-son thing, so, ask him yourself."
If my mother did ask me, my decision would hinge on whether or not Rick
stayed in our lives or not. A father and a mother who would be home all the time
baking goodies for me? Giving Rick blowjobs was a small price to pay for all
that. I didn’t really mind when I did it in the truck, it wasn’t all that bad, I
supposed. Their intimate conversation continued.
"I have another secret to tell, Katie. I was twelve when my mother started
taking me to bed with her. Like Robbie, I was ahead of most other developing
boys, at eleven I even had pubic hair growing in. She noticed the stains on my
sheets. I couldn’t squirt much, but hard to miss when I used them to clean
myself up twice a day, for seven days till laundry day." Rick laughed.
"You fucked your own mother?" Mom asked.
"Almost every night until I was seventeen and had a serious girlfriend. My
father was seldom home, he was a travelling salesman. She taught me everything a
curious boy should know to become a great lover to a woman some day. She was a
nymphomaniac and liked them young, even bedded several of my friends. I didn’t
mind spreading the wealth; it made me very popular with the guys. Of course,
they didn’t know I was doing her, too!"
"My god, Rick! --What the hell can I say?"
"Say that you’ll think about teaching your son the joy of heterosex, while I
teach him homosex. We’ll each take one of his two virginities. I have no regrets
about my mother. I think I was more respectful of the girls I dated than most
guys were of their own. I didn’t crave blowjobs or intercourse and drive myself
crazing chasing it. I was even a better student, concentrating on my studies
rather than going out and chasing girls. I was sexually satisfied all through my
teen years."
"Tell me that you’re not insinuating that I fuck my own son. I love you,
Rick, and would do almost anything you asked of me, but that… that’s
disgusting!"
"Maybe in your closed mind it is. I’d much rather have sex with Robbie in the
same bed with you. The three of us loving and sharing each other in bliss. A
happy family by day, and even happier at night. Regardless, ya can think about
everything else as long as you wish. I would respect your decision, but I come
back to the original topic, --if all else, me and Robbie getting it on in his
bed and with your blessings. Take it or leave it."
She must have ‘took it,’ because Rick was in my bedroom later that night. He
was silhouetted by the night light, naked, his cock was hard and stood in an
upright position, his ball swayed as he walked to my bed and sat on the edge,
one leg bent resting on the mattress, the other planted on the floor.
His smile was comforting, yet my whole body was tense. He slid a hand under
the covers and over the material of my PJs, found my boy stuff and gently
massaged me. Finding the open fly, he reached in and took out my boy dick. It
felt nice being rubbed up and down snuggled between his thumb and fingers. I was
scared, or so I thought until I started to succumb to the pleasure, his hand
beating me faster the more I expanded. He wet his hand with saliva and it glided
even nicer gently over the wonderfully sensitive bone, the
covers rose and fell in time to with his hand.
Rick reached with his other hand and whipped away the covers completely
off from body my. My bottoms followed with a swipe so hard that
the material burned my legs coming off. Naked, he had full access with both
hands over my entire groin area, pumping and rubbing my ball sac that was
receding into my crotch.
Rick explained about jerking off and how it was every boy's most pleasurable
pastime. What he was doing was called a hand job when doing the act for someone
else. He told me to relax and enjoy what he was going to do next. He leaned over
and took my swollen dick in his mouth. My first blowjob that he need not
explain.
Everything made sense then, the reason why guys liked it so much. His warm
wet mouth with his tongue flicking over my foreskin exposed crown was
exhilarating. Rick kept telling me to relax and enjoy what he was doing. The
more I relaxed, the better his mouth felt until I was quivering oblivious to my
surroundings.
I came to my senses with the overwhelming urge to pee that I thought Rick
should be aware of. He smiled at me, told me to just let it go and went back
down. The feeling grew stronger until I couldn’t fight it off any longer. My
scrotum tightened and ached and my inner shaft burned. Letting nature take its
course at Rick’s expense, I caved in and let myself go. There was no usual flow
of urine; the sensation was oddly much more rewarding than an early morning
desperate pee. I could feel my dick spasm as if it wanted to void itself; every
nerve in my body tingled and reflex shot me up a foot off my back to stare down
at Rick, confused about what was happening to me.
Rick moved up to my face, our noses touching, and he said in a whisper,
"Congratulations, Robbie, you just had your first orgasm!" He lay down beside me
staring with that shit eating grin, meanwhile the tense muscles in my body were
beginning to relax as he explained life’s mysteries, and how I would produce
semen in the not too distant future. I felt ecstatically proud.
I rested with my head on his chest. He had placed my hand on
his thick erection, warm and meaty like ‘play-doh.’ When I felt his hand at the
back of my head, I knew what he wanted without being told and gave it to him
with all the vigour and gusto I could muster. Not long after, swallowing down
his deposit, still rather gross, but without self-complaint. I wondered how long
my mother had been standing at the door.
to be continued . . .
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chapter 2
Rick didn’t spend the night with me, but vowed to get me a bigger bed for the
future when he would stay and cuddle me. Especially after we broke mine two
nights later when he fucked me for the first time. I digress.
Breakfast was casual as usual.. Rick ruffled my hair and walked by me naked
to get an orange juice. Mom had on a see-through negligee and prepared coffee.
The adult conversation was casual as I read my comic book, they discussed Rick’s
inability to go trucking because of some labor strike that prevented him from
picking up his load and wouldn’t be able in the very near future. Mom excitedly
talked of her wedding, who she would invite, and all the work that had to be
done to arrange it. Rick told her to forget it, they would be married by a
Justice of The Peace, no frills.
He nonchalantly stood beside me and told her she could however, throw a
reception afterward. He leaned over and dropped his long cock into my ‘Cheerios’
cereal. Little round ‘Os’ stuck to his manhood as he brought his schlong up to
my mouth. I thought it was funny and giggled, opened wide to suck the milk and
cereal from it. My mother saw, but made no move to stop him from doing it
several times, his cock firmer each time. He told mom that we would get a bigger
place, a house somewhere nearby so that I wouldn't have to change schools.
By the time I ate the last scoop of ‘Cheerios’ and milk, his spider web veiny
cock was pointing straight up making the task of redunking it in the bowl next
to impossible. The fun was over and he turned away to face my mother and that
was that. I watched it deflate as he leaned on the countertop telling mom that I
was going to be his best man. She kissed him passionately. I didn’t know what a
best man was, but the words sounded very important, nonetheless. I gloated.
That day I gave him a blowjob twice. Once when he told me to join him for a
shower after his breakfast, the next in my bed late that night after he sucked
me into oblivion, the experience all the more rewarding knowing what was
happening to me and comfortable with it.
The night of the bed breakdown, he had me on all fours atop some pillows..
Despite what I thought was pretty gross, his tongue felt really nice on my bum
hole after a while, even his hands painfully spreading my cheeks wide was soon
forgotten. Rick had not slept with my mother beforehand, after we all watched TV
he came into my room and undressed, leaving mom to go to bed alone for the time
being.
What followed next, I didn’t expect and it took me several moments to figure
out that he was forcing his cock into my bum telling me to relax over and over,
that he was taking my virginity whether I liked it or not, but the less I
resisted the easy it would be for me.
With my head butted against the wall and the bed flush to the left wall,
escape was limited with him kneeling behind me and his right arm around my waist
preventing movement. I screamed bloody murder to no avail. My mother would have
been laying in the bed next door and listening to my pleas to have him stop and
take it out.
When Rick’s brisly public hair was felt flush against the tender skin of my
bottom, I knew that he wouldn’t be forcing himself any farther. During a timeout
that allowed me to adjust to the girth inside me, Rick told me I was doing a
great job and reassured that the pain would subside and it would start to feel
nice.
I didn’t want to call him a liar, but when he began to pull back a little way
and thrust forward, it would hurt every bit and more as his retractions
lengthened and velocity increased until he was pounding me with great rhythm and
speed. I didn’t cry and complaining would have been futile. I wouldn’t say that
I wasn’t vocal, all my learned schoolyard slang spat from my mouth but I had a
feeling my mother wasn’t going to reprimand me for it. After a while I grew numb
to it all, the only thing I could feel was my head pounding the wall. That's
when the wooden frame of the small mates-bed collapsed around us and spilled us
onto the floor. Rick never missed a beat and finally I heard his intake of
breath and knew it would soon be over.
I think the clatter was what brought my mother to investigate. She looked on
at the last stages of her son being molested by the man she was going to marry
at any expense. She pointed and laughed at the heap of wood and what used to be
the bottom drawers spilling my rolled socks and underwear.
The fuckings got easier to take as the days progressed and twice he allowed
me to fuck him, a goodwill gesture to give me confidence and, I’m sure, make my
mother feel that he wasn’t taking full advantage of me. I would hear the pillow
talk, Rick held nothing back regarding my progress and how happy he was to have
her and me make his life complete.
Rick gave up his long distance trucking contract and took on local cartage
work to be home every night with his new family. We moved into a house with a
yard that my mother slaved and toiled to make a nice garden with flowers
everywhere.
They were married there with a few friends and relatives witnessing the
event. I was indeed best-man and also did double duty of giving the bride away.
I gave Rick a blowjob before we were dressed into our matching tuxedos, he
claimed he needed it to ease his frazzled nerves. If the elderly minister had
any reservations about a grown man and young boy standing naked together in an
embrace, he never said a word. Luckily he didn’t walk in seconds earlier to the
sight of me on my knees, it might have given him a coronary. Verifying with Rick
that everything was on schedule, he turned and walked out. We laughed at the
close call.
I turned eleven a few months after their wedding and together, we discovered
that I could shoot droplets of clear liquid. It was cause for celebration, I was
proud as punch. I also enjoyed getting fucked by then.
Life was rosy at first until Rick started spending more nights in my bed than
his own, or wandering back too tired to have sex with mom.
Animosity grew between my mother and me. She was competing for her husband's
attention with that of her young son. The night she finally had a melt down
about it, Rick retaliated by calmly reminding her of her lengthy stubborn
attitude about the three of us sharing a bed and each other every night. Rick
had often told me that one day I would be fucking my mother as he had fucked his
throughout his younger years.
I formed the opinion that that behaviiour was normal within families, having
no other information to the contrary with Rick drumming it into my head and
began to think of my mother as the one selfishly refusing to unify her family,
therefore she mustn't have loved me.
One night Rick and mom came home from the bar a little tipsy and all lovey
dovey. I was laying on the floor watching TV in the living room in my underwear.
They began to grope each other while kissing passionately. Mom broke free to use
the bathroom and Rick knelt beside me and told me to swallow a little white pill
that he claimed would give me a great feeling and really heighten my desire for
sex.
When mother returned she was naked and fell to the floor atop Rick who began
undressing in a heated frenzy tossing his clothes everywhere. I was about to
watch them have sex, something I hadn’t seen in months.
I became light headed and everything became sedate and beautiful. My mother
was kneeling between Rick’s legs giving him a sensuous blowjob. I didn’t
hesitate when he instructed me to help her please him. Mother and son shared
Rick’s cock that seemed even bigger than I remembered it. We took turns licking
his balls as the other sucked. A few times we each took a side of his shaft, our
lips meeting to glide up and down over it heavily slick with saliva. The feeling
was loving and carefree, without urgency.
Rick disrupted the intimacy to lay me on my back and remove my underwear. He
was quite pleased to see me excited, smiled at my mother and commented, "Didn’t
I tell ya that the kid had a decent sized cock, Katie? It’s beautiful, isn’t
it?
Mother was all smiles, she appeared truly proud that her son measured up and
said softly, "He’s almost as big as his cousin, Mike, already"
Rick went down on me and waved her over. Together they licked and slurped,
kissed each other with my knob between their lips, tongues over tongues and
lapping my sensitive head in the process.
I lost my second virginity, the hetero one, in their bed under Rick’s careful
guidance and a finger up my bum tantalizing that mystery spot that he had
introduced some time ago when he blew me. That was the night I came for the
first time. Rick explained the prostate gland, and that was how farmers
collected semen from male animals for artificial insemination into females.
Life was back the way it was in no time. Mom was content after accepting her
role of sexually satisfying both the men in her life. Where Rick lacked in
stamina I made up for in youthful longevity fucking her for long periods of time
and giving her multiple orgasms. She claimed she liked my smaller dick as much
as she liked her nephews, and that size had nothing to do with pleasing a woman,
it was all about how a guy used it and Rick did a great job teaching me the
finer details.
The older I got, the greater the girth, and that was happening at amazing
spurts of development. By the time I was thirteen I had a near man-size woman
pleaser. My orgasms had also became more intense and voluminous. I was very
proud of my masculinity. Sometimes I would drive my bike home at lunch hour
feeling the urge for a blowjob, or after school in need of a fuck. Mother was
always obliging. I think I was the only adolescent boy in middle school who
never had to jerk off. Rick maintained that masterbation only caused a lad a
false ideal of sensation and hence, expectations and disappointment we he
learned that a blowjob or a pussy could never be as tight as his fist.
Unless one or the other was not in the mood or ill or menstruating, the other
two would carry on. I never stopped loving Rick’s cock, both orally and annally.
My favorite three way position was me fucking mom and Rick screwing me, or
sometimes we would switch and I would fuck Rick.
First year middle school saw the scrawny, awkward and shy boy grow to have a
fine physique.Taking a fancy for and excelling at sports, I became
self-confident and very popular with the guys and was considered good looking by
girls. My grades were always top of the class in every subject. Where some boys
would cower with anxious modesty in the mandatory communal showers, I sauntered
around like a peacock unashamed, knowing that I had the edge of being farther
along than most thirteen year-old boys. I noticed many fleeting glances or
downright ogles.
It wasn’t long before I developed a core group of friends. I preferred the
unaggressive type, non athletic and underdeveloped physically lads to make my
close friends. Danny, Davey and Doug, the 3Ds my mother referred to them as. We
quickly became inseparable, I evolved as the unofficial leader of the pack, I
could have easily hooked up with the older, "in" crowd where I would have
certainly been a peon.
Almost immediately, Rick began pressuring me to seduce the 3Ds into homosex.
I was already content with the sex I was having, and Rick noted and appreciated
that fact. However, he claimed that I should also experience sex with guys my
own age. going as far to say that as a best friend and quasi leader, I had an
obligation to show them what I was so fortunate to learn much earlier in life,
and that he would help the process along and reap the rewards himself.
I couldn’t deny that logic, I had no regrets about any of past. My mother was
no help, she encouraged Rick’s advice even going as far to giggle and say that
she would bed any one of the cute 3Ds! Sure as hell, Rick had already brought
that possibility of events to her attention and convinced her.
I felt pressured by my pedophile parents to supply them with boys to feed
their perverted carnal lusts. Rick reminded me that he shared his mother with
his best friends, a teen’s unselfish obligation to his buds especially if he has
the ways and means of getting them laid in a manner at his disposal.
There was a small makeshift bedroom in the loft of our garage. Rick used to
laugh and say that the previous owner must have threw it together instead of
being subjected to the doghouse by his old lady. It became our clubhouse, a
central location where the boys could always be assured to find each other. They
all lived a fair distance apart, but no farther than a bicycle couldn’t travel
beyond their school.
Sex was always the main topic of discussion when the 3Ds got together and
they were truly awed by the depth of my unquestioned knowledge. I could describe
the awesome feel of a blowjob, and earth shattering mature orgasm and the inner
sanctum of a vagina and the tender nibbling of a nipple. They wanted to know
what a pussy smelled and tasted like, I was honest and said it was awful, but a
guy had to endure licking clit as it drove women crazy with passion and
lubricated the pussy for fucking. I stressed that most women didn’t like giving
blowjobs, and very few that did gave it much effort. I even went out on a limb
to say that guys give much better head but skipped over it without elaboration
onto another subject before anyone could question the morals of it.
The same questions were asked over and over, they never tired of hearing me
reiterate. Not one of them doubted my experience and soon gave up pressuring me
to reveal my secrets.
Each of the 3Ds were in my gym class, so I already knew that Danny was
hairless, a late bloomer with a small circumcised dick. He claimed he could cum
a little bit, but I doubted it, he was only trying to save face. Davey had a
tuft of black at the base of his slender cut two inches, and Doug was the
furthest along with a small dirty blonde bush over his somewhat thick three
inches with prominent foreskin and sported a very obvious display of plump
balls.
Like me, Doug had no modesty hang ups, but the other two boys hardly ever
removed their hands from their crotches, resulting in a prolonged gathering of
personal intel about my friends, capturing momentary glimpses to form their
final profiles. It wasn’t that I was sexually interested, it was more of a
boyhood thing of checking each other out, and I saw plenty of others doing it.
When asked, Rick claimed it was an inherent male trait from the dark ages when
men measured their virility and superior status above their peers by genitalia.
A pecking order, and thats why I showed off my good graces among my peers. He
was very right, I did feel superior, especially so among the 3Ds.
If I was going to succeed in seducing my friends, it would have to be done
individually, one on one. According to Rick, there would be a great deal of
apprehension and intimidation if I went about it in a group environment. He
suggested I start with Doug, the most sexually mature and assuredly horniest of
the three. In order not to hurt the others feelings, I told them that my parents
only allowed one boy to sleep over at a time. Doug was nothing but elated that I
asked him over first
Rick supplied me with ample porno magazines to set the mood. Many depicted
men with men in orgies with women. We sat on the bed in our underwear facing
each other and perused the smut, commenting at certain pics each favored. I got
brave and pointed out a guy with a really nice body and cock. Doug looked over
at it and agreed without the slightest hint of shock of my selection of
pics.
We were both erect and tenting our undies. It wasn’t the porn that aroused
me, I found the seduction of him very appealing and erotic. When I slipped my
hand under my waistband, Doug noticed and didn’t hesitate to do the same, each
appearing to be absorbed in the magazine in front of him. However, I caught him
looking at my hidden hand playing with myself a few times.
"Hey, we’re buds, right?" I blurted, "Let’s lose the underwear and jerk off,
--no big deal! Right?" Without waiting for his reply, I was tossing my ‘Hanes’
boxer briefs to the floor and stroking my six-incher.
"What the fuck!" he exclaimed, peeling off his ‘Fruit of the Loom’ briefs and
discarding them in the same general direction as mine. "That’s better!"
His cock wasn’t as long as mine, perhaps 5 inches, but as thick. His purplish
knob was like a turtle’s head peeking out of its shell. I wanted to taste that
exhibit of manliness and lick those heavy strawberry sized testis hanging down
and splayed wide resting on the bed. It was the first time I had been sexually
attracted to another boy. I had a distinct feeling that Doug and I were going to
become fuck buddies, maybe boyfriends over and above Danny and Davey if I ever
did go ahead and recruit them. There was a sexual aura that surrounded us,
indescribable, eerie. We both knew what fate had in store for us that night.
The rest of Rick’s well planned out scheme wouldn’t be needed. I knew that I
had to make the first move risking my integrity and reached over to secure his
radiant warmth in my hand, my body followed by reflex, not really thinking about
it. Pulling down his thin sheath, I took him in my mouth.
Doug fell back with his shoulders and head against the wall with a plunk.. My
queue to continue, swiping the porn mags aside from under my belly, they
wouldn’t be needed any longer, and settled in to make love to him as I had been
taught so well over the years, leaving nothing out of my developed technique.
Doug’s cock tasted so much different than Rick. Whereas Rick’s was metallic,
Doug’s had a hint of salt. Who knew that the taste of skin could vary in flavor?
His hairless scrotum was naturally smooth on my tongue, unlike Rick’s
artificially shaven ones. I kept the pleasure to the max fearing he would
suddenly come to his senses and push me away in shame, something that Rick
warned me could happen before, if not after orgasm.
I pushed the pendulum and without chancing even a second of extracting his
cock from my mouth, I used my hands to guide his frame down to a laying position
on his side and arranged the docile lower legs to stretch. Positioning us in a
sixty-nine, I held my breath.
Doug took hold of my cock, felt it, examined it and gingerly placed it on his
lips building up the courage to take the plunge. Rick called it the moment of
truth, a fine line between being a long term threat to one's masculine dignity
and refusing, or allowing himself to give in to his desires and possibly face
the self-abasement later; thirdly, and hopefully, enjoying the intimacy with
another guy with no hangups about it later. I prayed that Doug would gamble at
the roulette wheel and land on number three.
I didn’t want him to cum -- I mean I did want him to cum, but not too quickly
to jeopardize his hairline decision process. I eased up on his cock and toyed
with his jewels. My silent subtle message that the ball was in his court. When I
felt the warmth of his breath milliseconds before the moistness of his mouth, I
breathed a sigh of relief, not even daring to correct him in keeping his grazing
teeth at bay, there would be plenty of time to fine tune his skill. I realized
at that moment that I was only thirteen, sexualized well beyond my years.
Regardless of what I wished and the effort to prolong it, Doug came. He was
exaggerating when he once claimed to us guys that he could fill a one-ounce bar
style shot-glass with his sperm, but he wasn’t far off in his ego bolstering
white-lie.
My taste buds were quick to detect a sweetness, not sugar or chocolate kinda
sweet, by far, more like a snot tasting sweet, even the same texture if you got
right down to it. "Cock snot!" I chuckled to myself. It was not unpleasant by
far. Perhaps Doug was expecting me to be revolted. Instead, I did the opposite
and kept sucking for more of it and swallowed all in lip-smacking
satisfaction.
Not wanting him to have the edge that may lessen his opinion of my status,
and just in case he got bored blowing me and called it quits before I reached
orgasm, I jerked off with the head of cock lodged between his lips and teeth and
came in his mouth, my hand at the back of head for restrained encouragement. He
surprised me by swallowing the load when I fully expected that he would spit it
out in disgust.
Doug slumped back and said, "Dude, that was awesome. --Kinda weird, but
awesome."
"What are good friends for if they can’t help each other out when they’re
horny, . . . why the fuck not? Doesn't mean we’re gay, dude!"
"Yeah, I suppose. No one else has to know, right?"
"No one else WILL know what two bud’s do in private, dude! Our secret. Eating
each others cum is like the ultimate blood-brother ritual without having to
bleed." I laughed at my own off the cuff, stupid analogy.
Doug laughed, but agreed. "Kinda like having each other inside us."
"Special friends forever now!"
We got into a heavy groping session, initiated by me. I wanted to kiss him so
bad, but resisted that urge as appearing much to gay, although I was not gay,
bi-sexual as Rick said.
By then I was confident that Doug was a player. Moving things along well
before schedule, I lubed up his cock and sat on it. The look on his face was
priceless, I smiled back and told him to fuck me. If Rick and mom were still
awake next door and listening to the bedsprings protest along with the grunts
and groans, they would be high-fiving each other. When I heard their headboard
slamming the wall, I knew that they knew I had scored.
It was my first time having pillow talk. I couldn’t blame Doug for being
curious as to how I knew so much about homosex. The 3Ds were already infatuated
with Rick. He would often take the brood for rides in his truck stopping for
burgers or pizza or ice cream. One day we all climbed aboard and went to the
beach, played football, catch, and frisbee and got our first springtime taste of
the sun’s strength far from its summer peak.
He bought for us beer to smuggle away in the clubhouse, once he even supplied
us a gram of pot, even rolled it for us, for "Experimental purposes only," as he
put it. Rick found a decent sized TV somewhere in his travels and somehow
spliced into our household cable tv and ran it to the garage.
Yup, I had the coolest dad in the world in their eyes. Little did I know then
that he was setting the stage, planting the seeds to one day harvest and reap
the rewards.
All I would say to end his curiosity is that, not unlike like what we did,
and expected of each other, I would never rat out that person. I did divulge
that someone special taught me to be open minded about sex, and if I was, I
would never go without it. Sex was fun and it had no boundaries of gender or age
unless a person put up his own barricades. (Rick’s words of the wise, of course)
-- That seemed to appease Doug and instilled a sense of confidentiality between
us.
I woke up to an unsolicited blowjob. What could be better than that? I had
done my job well, never even having to introduce the ecstasy tablets that Rick
had provided.
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future when he would stay and cuddle me. Especially after we broke mine two
nights later when he fucked me for the first time. I digress.
Breakfast was casual as usual.. Rick ruffled my hair and walked by me naked
to get an orange juice. Mom had on a see-through negligee and prepared coffee.
The adult conversation was casual as I read my comic book, they discussed Rick’s
inability to go trucking because of some labor strike that prevented him from
picking up his load and wouldn’t be able in the very near future. Mom excitedly
talked of her wedding, who she would invite, and all the work that had to be
done to arrange it. Rick told her to forget it, they would be married by a
Justice of The Peace, no frills.
He nonchalantly stood beside me and told her she could however, throw a
reception afterward. He leaned over and dropped his long cock into my ‘Cheerios’
cereal. Little round ‘Os’ stuck to his manhood as he brought his schlong up to
my mouth. I thought it was funny and giggled, opened wide to suck the milk and
cereal from it. My mother saw, but made no move to stop him from doing it
several times, his cock firmer each time. He told mom that we would get a bigger
place, a house somewhere nearby so that I wouldn't have to change schools.
By the time I ate the last scoop of ‘Cheerios’ and milk, his spider web veiny
cock was pointing straight up making the task of redunking it in the bowl next
to impossible. The fun was over and he turned away to face my mother and that
was that. I watched it deflate as he leaned on the countertop telling mom that I
was going to be his best man. She kissed him passionately. I didn’t know what a
best man was, but the words sounded very important, nonetheless. I gloated.
That day I gave him a blowjob twice. Once when he told me to join him for a
shower after his breakfast, the next in my bed late that night after he sucked
me into oblivion, the experience all the more rewarding knowing what was
happening to me and comfortable with it.
The night of the bed breakdown, he had me on all fours atop some pillows..
Despite what I thought was pretty gross, his tongue felt really nice on my bum
hole after a while, even his hands painfully spreading my cheeks wide was soon
forgotten. Rick had not slept with my mother beforehand, after we all watched TV
he came into my room and undressed, leaving mom to go to bed alone for the time
being.
What followed next, I didn’t expect and it took me several moments to figure
out that he was forcing his cock into my bum telling me to relax over and over,
that he was taking my virginity whether I liked it or not, but the less I
resisted the easy it would be for me.
With my head butted against the wall and the bed flush to the left wall,
escape was limited with him kneeling behind me and his right arm around my waist
preventing movement. I screamed bloody murder to no avail. My mother would have
been laying in the bed next door and listening to my pleas to have him stop and
take it out.
When Rick’s brisly public hair was felt flush against the tender skin of my
bottom, I knew that he wouldn’t be forcing himself any farther. During a timeout
that allowed me to adjust to the girth inside me, Rick told me I was doing a
great job and reassured that the pain would subside and it would start to feel
nice.
I didn’t want to call him a liar, but when he began to pull back a little way
and thrust forward, it would hurt every bit and more as his retractions
lengthened and velocity increased until he was pounding me with great rhythm and
speed. I didn’t cry and complaining would have been futile. I wouldn’t say that
I wasn’t vocal, all my learned schoolyard slang spat from my mouth but I had a
feeling my mother wasn’t going to reprimand me for it. After a while I grew numb
to it all, the only thing I could feel was my head pounding the wall. That's
when the wooden frame of the small mates-bed collapsed around us and spilled us
onto the floor. Rick never missed a beat and finally I heard his intake of
breath and knew it would soon be over.
I think the clatter was what brought my mother to investigate. She looked on
at the last stages of her son being molested by the man she was going to marry
at any expense. She pointed and laughed at the heap of wood and what used to be
the bottom drawers spilling my rolled socks and underwear.
The fuckings got easier to take as the days progressed and twice he allowed
me to fuck him, a goodwill gesture to give me confidence and, I’m sure, make my
mother feel that he wasn’t taking full advantage of me. I would hear the pillow
talk, Rick held nothing back regarding my progress and how happy he was to have
her and me make his life complete.
Rick gave up his long distance trucking contract and took on local cartage
work to be home every night with his new family. We moved into a house with a
yard that my mother slaved and toiled to make a nice garden with flowers
everywhere.
They were married there with a few friends and relatives witnessing the
event. I was indeed best-man and also did double duty of giving the bride away.
I gave Rick a blowjob before we were dressed into our matching tuxedos, he
claimed he needed it to ease his frazzled nerves. If the elderly minister had
any reservations about a grown man and young boy standing naked together in an
embrace, he never said a word. Luckily he didn’t walk in seconds earlier to the
sight of me on my knees, it might have given him a coronary. Verifying with Rick
that everything was on schedule, he turned and walked out. We laughed at the
close call.
I turned eleven a few months after their wedding and together, we discovered
that I could shoot droplets of clear liquid. It was cause for celebration, I was
proud as punch. I also enjoyed getting fucked by then.
Life was rosy at first until Rick started spending more nights in my bed than
his own, or wandering back too tired to have sex with mom.
Animosity grew between my mother and me. She was competing for her husband's
attention with that of her young son. The night she finally had a melt down
about it, Rick retaliated by calmly reminding her of her lengthy stubborn
attitude about the three of us sharing a bed and each other every night. Rick
had often told me that one day I would be fucking my mother as he had fucked his
throughout his younger years.
I formed the opinion that that behaviiour was normal within families, having
no other information to the contrary with Rick drumming it into my head and
began to think of my mother as the one selfishly refusing to unify her family,
therefore she mustn't have loved me.
One night Rick and mom came home from the bar a little tipsy and all lovey
dovey. I was laying on the floor watching TV in the living room in my underwear.
They began to grope each other while kissing passionately. Mom broke free to use
the bathroom and Rick knelt beside me and told me to swallow a little white pill
that he claimed would give me a great feeling and really heighten my desire for
sex.
When mother returned she was naked and fell to the floor atop Rick who began
undressing in a heated frenzy tossing his clothes everywhere. I was about to
watch them have sex, something I hadn’t seen in months.
I became light headed and everything became sedate and beautiful. My mother
was kneeling between Rick’s legs giving him a sensuous blowjob. I didn’t
hesitate when he instructed me to help her please him. Mother and son shared
Rick’s cock that seemed even bigger than I remembered it. We took turns licking
his balls as the other sucked. A few times we each took a side of his shaft, our
lips meeting to glide up and down over it heavily slick with saliva. The feeling
was loving and carefree, without urgency.
Rick disrupted the intimacy to lay me on my back and remove my underwear. He
was quite pleased to see me excited, smiled at my mother and commented, "Didn’t
I tell ya that the kid had a decent sized cock, Katie? It’s beautiful, isn’t
it?
Mother was all smiles, she appeared truly proud that her son measured up and
said softly, "He’s almost as big as his cousin, Mike, already"
Rick went down on me and waved her over. Together they licked and slurped,
kissed each other with my knob between their lips, tongues over tongues and
lapping my sensitive head in the process.
I lost my second virginity, the hetero one, in their bed under Rick’s careful
guidance and a finger up my bum tantalizing that mystery spot that he had
introduced some time ago when he blew me. That was the night I came for the
first time. Rick explained the prostate gland, and that was how farmers
collected semen from male animals for artificial insemination into females.
Life was back the way it was in no time. Mom was content after accepting her
role of sexually satisfying both the men in her life. Where Rick lacked in
stamina I made up for in youthful longevity fucking her for long periods of time
and giving her multiple orgasms. She claimed she liked my smaller dick as much
as she liked her nephews, and that size had nothing to do with pleasing a woman,
it was all about how a guy used it and Rick did a great job teaching me the
finer details.
The older I got, the greater the girth, and that was happening at amazing
spurts of development. By the time I was thirteen I had a near man-size woman
pleaser. My orgasms had also became more intense and voluminous. I was very
proud of my masculinity. Sometimes I would drive my bike home at lunch hour
feeling the urge for a blowjob, or after school in need of a fuck. Mother was
always obliging. I think I was the only adolescent boy in middle school who
never had to jerk off. Rick maintained that masterbation only caused a lad a
false ideal of sensation and hence, expectations and disappointment we he
learned that a blowjob or a pussy could never be as tight as his fist.
Unless one or the other was not in the mood or ill or menstruating, the other
two would carry on. I never stopped loving Rick’s cock, both orally and annally.
My favorite three way position was me fucking mom and Rick screwing me, or
sometimes we would switch and I would fuck Rick.
First year middle school saw the scrawny, awkward and shy boy grow to have a
fine physique.Taking a fancy for and excelling at sports, I became
self-confident and very popular with the guys and was considered good looking by
girls. My grades were always top of the class in every subject. Where some boys
would cower with anxious modesty in the mandatory communal showers, I sauntered
around like a peacock unashamed, knowing that I had the edge of being farther
along than most thirteen year-old boys. I noticed many fleeting glances or
downright ogles.
It wasn’t long before I developed a core group of friends. I preferred the
unaggressive type, non athletic and underdeveloped physically lads to make my
close friends. Danny, Davey and Doug, the 3Ds my mother referred to them as. We
quickly became inseparable, I evolved as the unofficial leader of the pack, I
could have easily hooked up with the older, "in" crowd where I would have
certainly been a peon.
Almost immediately, Rick began pressuring me to seduce the 3Ds into homosex.
I was already content with the sex I was having, and Rick noted and appreciated
that fact. However, he claimed that I should also experience sex with guys my
own age. going as far to say that as a best friend and quasi leader, I had an
obligation to show them what I was so fortunate to learn much earlier in life,
and that he would help the process along and reap the rewards himself.
I couldn’t deny that logic, I had no regrets about any of past. My mother was
no help, she encouraged Rick’s advice even going as far to giggle and say that
she would bed any one of the cute 3Ds! Sure as hell, Rick had already brought
that possibility of events to her attention and convinced her.
I felt pressured by my pedophile parents to supply them with boys to feed
their perverted carnal lusts. Rick reminded me that he shared his mother with
his best friends, a teen’s unselfish obligation to his buds especially if he has
the ways and means of getting them laid in a manner at his disposal.
There was a small makeshift bedroom in the loft of our garage. Rick used to
laugh and say that the previous owner must have threw it together instead of
being subjected to the doghouse by his old lady. It became our clubhouse, a
central location where the boys could always be assured to find each other. They
all lived a fair distance apart, but no farther than a bicycle couldn’t travel
beyond their school.
Sex was always the main topic of discussion when the 3Ds got together and
they were truly awed by the depth of my unquestioned knowledge. I could describe
the awesome feel of a blowjob, and earth shattering mature orgasm and the inner
sanctum of a vagina and the tender nibbling of a nipple. They wanted to know
what a pussy smelled and tasted like, I was honest and said it was awful, but a
guy had to endure licking clit as it drove women crazy with passion and
lubricated the pussy for fucking. I stressed that most women didn’t like giving
blowjobs, and very few that did gave it much effort. I even went out on a limb
to say that guys give much better head but skipped over it without elaboration
onto another subject before anyone could question the morals of it.
The same questions were asked over and over, they never tired of hearing me
reiterate. Not one of them doubted my experience and soon gave up pressuring me
to reveal my secrets.
Each of the 3Ds were in my gym class, so I already knew that Danny was
hairless, a late bloomer with a small circumcised dick. He claimed he could cum
a little bit, but I doubted it, he was only trying to save face. Davey had a
tuft of black at the base of his slender cut two inches, and Doug was the
furthest along with a small dirty blonde bush over his somewhat thick three
inches with prominent foreskin and sported a very obvious display of plump
balls.
Like me, Doug had no modesty hang ups, but the other two boys hardly ever
removed their hands from their crotches, resulting in a prolonged gathering of
personal intel about my friends, capturing momentary glimpses to form their
final profiles. It wasn’t that I was sexually interested, it was more of a
boyhood thing of checking each other out, and I saw plenty of others doing it.
When asked, Rick claimed it was an inherent male trait from the dark ages when
men measured their virility and superior status above their peers by genitalia.
A pecking order, and thats why I showed off my good graces among my peers. He
was very right, I did feel superior, especially so among the 3Ds.
If I was going to succeed in seducing my friends, it would have to be done
individually, one on one. According to Rick, there would be a great deal of
apprehension and intimidation if I went about it in a group environment. He
suggested I start with Doug, the most sexually mature and assuredly horniest of
the three. In order not to hurt the others feelings, I told them that my parents
only allowed one boy to sleep over at a time. Doug was nothing but elated that I
asked him over first
Rick supplied me with ample porno magazines to set the mood. Many depicted
men with men in orgies with women. We sat on the bed in our underwear facing
each other and perused the smut, commenting at certain pics each favored. I got
brave and pointed out a guy with a really nice body and cock. Doug looked over
at it and agreed without the slightest hint of shock of my selection of
pics.
We were both erect and tenting our undies. It wasn’t the porn that aroused
me, I found the seduction of him very appealing and erotic. When I slipped my
hand under my waistband, Doug noticed and didn’t hesitate to do the same, each
appearing to be absorbed in the magazine in front of him. However, I caught him
looking at my hidden hand playing with myself a few times.
"Hey, we’re buds, right?" I blurted, "Let’s lose the underwear and jerk off,
--no big deal! Right?" Without waiting for his reply, I was tossing my ‘Hanes’
boxer briefs to the floor and stroking my six-incher.
"What the fuck!" he exclaimed, peeling off his ‘Fruit of the Loom’ briefs and
discarding them in the same general direction as mine. "That’s better!"
His cock wasn’t as long as mine, perhaps 5 inches, but as thick. His purplish
knob was like a turtle’s head peeking out of its shell. I wanted to taste that
exhibit of manliness and lick those heavy strawberry sized testis hanging down
and splayed wide resting on the bed. It was the first time I had been sexually
attracted to another boy. I had a distinct feeling that Doug and I were going to
become fuck buddies, maybe boyfriends over and above Danny and Davey if I ever
did go ahead and recruit them. There was a sexual aura that surrounded us,
indescribable, eerie. We both knew what fate had in store for us that night.
The rest of Rick’s well planned out scheme wouldn’t be needed. I knew that I
had to make the first move risking my integrity and reached over to secure his
radiant warmth in my hand, my body followed by reflex, not really thinking about
it. Pulling down his thin sheath, I took him in my mouth.
Doug fell back with his shoulders and head against the wall with a plunk.. My
queue to continue, swiping the porn mags aside from under my belly, they
wouldn’t be needed any longer, and settled in to make love to him as I had been
taught so well over the years, leaving nothing out of my developed technique.
Doug’s cock tasted so much different than Rick. Whereas Rick’s was metallic,
Doug’s had a hint of salt. Who knew that the taste of skin could vary in flavor?
His hairless scrotum was naturally smooth on my tongue, unlike Rick’s
artificially shaven ones. I kept the pleasure to the max fearing he would
suddenly come to his senses and push me away in shame, something that Rick
warned me could happen before, if not after orgasm.
I pushed the pendulum and without chancing even a second of extracting his
cock from my mouth, I used my hands to guide his frame down to a laying position
on his side and arranged the docile lower legs to stretch. Positioning us in a
sixty-nine, I held my breath.
Doug took hold of my cock, felt it, examined it and gingerly placed it on his
lips building up the courage to take the plunge. Rick called it the moment of
truth, a fine line between being a long term threat to one's masculine dignity
and refusing, or allowing himself to give in to his desires and possibly face
the self-abasement later; thirdly, and hopefully, enjoying the intimacy with
another guy with no hangups about it later. I prayed that Doug would gamble at
the roulette wheel and land on number three.
I didn’t want him to cum -- I mean I did want him to cum, but not too quickly
to jeopardize his hairline decision process. I eased up on his cock and toyed
with his jewels. My silent subtle message that the ball was in his court. When I
felt the warmth of his breath milliseconds before the moistness of his mouth, I
breathed a sigh of relief, not even daring to correct him in keeping his grazing
teeth at bay, there would be plenty of time to fine tune his skill. I realized
at that moment that I was only thirteen, sexualized well beyond my years.
Regardless of what I wished and the effort to prolong it, Doug came. He was
exaggerating when he once claimed to us guys that he could fill a one-ounce bar
style shot-glass with his sperm, but he wasn’t far off in his ego bolstering
white-lie.
My taste buds were quick to detect a sweetness, not sugar or chocolate kinda
sweet, by far, more like a snot tasting sweet, even the same texture if you got
right down to it. "Cock snot!" I chuckled to myself. It was not unpleasant by
far. Perhaps Doug was expecting me to be revolted. Instead, I did the opposite
and kept sucking for more of it and swallowed all in lip-smacking
satisfaction.
Not wanting him to have the edge that may lessen his opinion of my status,
and just in case he got bored blowing me and called it quits before I reached
orgasm, I jerked off with the head of cock lodged between his lips and teeth and
came in his mouth, my hand at the back of head for restrained encouragement. He
surprised me by swallowing the load when I fully expected that he would spit it
out in disgust.
Doug slumped back and said, "Dude, that was awesome. --Kinda weird, but
awesome."
"What are good friends for if they can’t help each other out when they’re
horny, . . . why the fuck not? Doesn't mean we’re gay, dude!"
"Yeah, I suppose. No one else has to know, right?"
"No one else WILL know what two bud’s do in private, dude! Our secret. Eating
each others cum is like the ultimate blood-brother ritual without having to
bleed." I laughed at my own off the cuff, stupid analogy.
Doug laughed, but agreed. "Kinda like having each other inside us."
"Special friends forever now!"
We got into a heavy groping session, initiated by me. I wanted to kiss him so
bad, but resisted that urge as appearing much to gay, although I was not gay,
bi-sexual as Rick said.
By then I was confident that Doug was a player. Moving things along well
before schedule, I lubed up his cock and sat on it. The look on his face was
priceless, I smiled back and told him to fuck me. If Rick and mom were still
awake next door and listening to the bedsprings protest along with the grunts
and groans, they would be high-fiving each other. When I heard their headboard
slamming the wall, I knew that they knew I had scored.
It was my first time having pillow talk. I couldn’t blame Doug for being
curious as to how I knew so much about homosex. The 3Ds were already infatuated
with Rick. He would often take the brood for rides in his truck stopping for
burgers or pizza or ice cream. One day we all climbed aboard and went to the
beach, played football, catch, and frisbee and got our first springtime taste of
the sun’s strength far from its summer peak.
He bought for us beer to smuggle away in the clubhouse, once he even supplied
us a gram of pot, even rolled it for us, for "Experimental purposes only," as he
put it. Rick found a decent sized TV somewhere in his travels and somehow
spliced into our household cable tv and ran it to the garage.
Yup, I had the coolest dad in the world in their eyes. Little did I know then
that he was setting the stage, planting the seeds to one day harvest and reap
the rewards.
All I would say to end his curiosity is that, not unlike like what we did,
and expected of each other, I would never rat out that person. I did divulge
that someone special taught me to be open minded about sex, and if I was, I
would never go without it. Sex was fun and it had no boundaries of gender or age
unless a person put up his own barricades. (Rick’s words of the wise, of course)
-- That seemed to appease Doug and instilled a sense of confidentiality between
us.
I woke up to an unsolicited blowjob. What could be better than that? I had
done my job well, never even having to introduce the ecstasy tablets that Rick
had provided.
to be continued . . .
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chapter three
I nurtured and fed Doug’s new appetite for sex during the week. Privacy was
an issue, either Davey or Danny or both were tagging along after school to hang
in the clubhouse. Lunch hour rendezvous’ in one of the private handicapped
bathrooms became our primary location to get it on.
I spent Friday night in my bed with Doug where I convinced him to take it up
his ass. I remembered the pain as if it was yesterday and empathized with him,
but like Rick was with me, unyielding to the cries for mercy reassuring him that
it would get better if he relaxed and took it like a man. Nor did I have the
element of surprise in my favor to gain precious territory, I wasn’t licking
anyone’s asshole as a deception.
Blonde and blue eyed Davey was next. My mother claimed that he had bedroom
eyes and a smile that would knock any girl off her feet. Yet Davey was not
popular with the ladies despite his good looks. He was shy and reserved and
tongue tied talking to a girl. He was much more comfortable around guys, and
that was to my advantage.
Rick claimed that Davey’s timid demeanor would be the obstacle in getting
into his pants. What worked on Doug, may not necessarily work on Davey or Danny.
A new strategy had to be worked out to fit the challenge. Rick worked out the
schematics including contingency plans. He was certain that once Davey was
comfortable with his body, the rest of the seduction would fall into place.
He reminded me that I still held the power of persuasion over the 3Ds and
could easily force myself onto them. However, it was best that, like Doug, each
be willing participants, after some subtle persuasion, of course. Minds had to
be opened to do things they never thought about before. And Rick had been a
proven master at it in our household.
Saturday night, Davey was sleeping over. Sitting on the end of my bed we
played Xbox for hours. I stripped out of my clothes in the comfort of my boxer
briefs. Davey never followed my lead until I brought it to his attention to
chill out and get comfortable. He claimed he brought pajamas and would change
after the next round in the game. It was going to be harder than I thought.
Where are you Rick?
"Who the fuck teenager wears pajamas?" I laughed at him and teased, "Are they
Superman, Spiderman or Sponge Bob . . . maybe Scooby Doo, --now, he’s cool! . .
. I bet your undies are the same!"
I had embarrassed him. He shyly looked away from me and timidly said,
"They’re blue, that’s all."
"Dude, no one wears PJs anymore, --at least after seven years-old, that is."
I added insult to injury by saying, "Does your mommy still tuck ya in?"
I had taken it too far, Davey was insulted. "Fuck off, Robbie!" he
scathed.
"I’m sorry, --just joshing with ya. Davey. It’s just that most guys our age
sleep in the nude." I lied, not having a clue other than my own preference.
"Really?" he asked dumbfounded, "Why is that?"
"So we can let it all hang out, I guess. It feels really nice." I leaned into
Davey and whispered, "It feels sexy, too, when yer hard cock rubs the mattress."
I giggled mischievously.
Davey blushed, and said, "You do that, too?"
"Every guy does, dude. But I like to fuck my pillows, ya know, pretend they
are a girl." I laughed. "Anyway, let’s crash. Try sleeping in the nude tonight,
I know I’m going to, I’m not a shy pussy-boy like you " I stood and pulled down
my underwear allowing Davey a good view of my body while I wasted time gathering
up the game cartridges.
Davey couldn’t have aided my cause any better, saying, "You have a nice body,
Robbie." he realized how gay that sounded, guys don’t usually comment on another
guys body. "I mean, . . . I wish I had a muscular body."
"Who ever told ya that you don’t have a nice body? And let’s be honest,
Davey, you really mean to say I have nice junk!" I laughed, groping myself for
effect. "Well, I think ya look just fine in the nude, too. You have nothing to
be ashamed of from what I saw in the showers, dude!"
"Really, Robbie? --Nah, you’re just being nice, I’m kinda puny down there."
he giggled.
"You’re a bit smaller than me and Doug and maybe a few of the other guys, but
if you took the time to look around, you would have seen guys a LOT smaller than
you, --like Danny, for example. But who cares, anyway? It’s gym class, . . . Yer
not auditioning for a porno movie, asshole! --Speaking of which . . ." I held up
a DVD, smiled, and said, "High School Orgy! --I’m horny, I wanna jerk off: now
git nakie and git in bed!
Davey slowly undressed, I went for a piss to ease the pressure on him, by the
time I returned, he was in the bed with the covers pulled to his chest. He
looked at me weird and said, "Dude, you just walked butt naked into the hallway!
What if your mother saw?"
If only he knew how intimately my mother knew my body. "She’s seen me naked
lots of times, it’s no big deal around here." I replied, and climbed under the
sheet with my back resting on the wall. "Ya ain’t going to see the flick in that
position, git up here!"
I used the remote to start the DVD player, Davey scooted up keeping the
protective sheet in check.I did, however, see his bare hip for a moment,
assuring me that he was in fact naked. I let the sheet hover just above my soft
dick leaving my pubic hair exposed. Even I thought the sight of me was kinda
sexy, I hoped he would as well. As happened with Doug, an overwhelming desire to
seduce and have sex with Davey kicked in. I truly wanted to see his junk in
plain view, and of course, his hard on. My cock stirred under the sheet.
I was worried that I wouldn’t be into it and simply have to go through the
motions, so I brought out the ecstasy before hand. Every kid knew about the
recreational drug, getting Davey to take the tablet wasn’t all that difficult.
For his sake, hoping the dark room would ease his inhibitions, I reach over
and turned off the light, The glare from the TV lit the room in a perfect blue
aura, just bright enough to see each other.
Rick had selected and rented the perfect smut movie for the occasion. It had
a storyline about four teen boys and girls. It began with the eight who appeared
to be no more than 16 seated on a carpeted floor playing spin the bottle.
Whoever the neck of the bottle pointed at had to French-kiss each other for five
seconds. Girl/boy, girl/girl and boy/boy, it didn’t matter. The others counted
down the seconds. I never kissed another guy, but it looked hot!
"What’s it like to kiss a girl like that?" Davey asked.
"Feels fantastic, dude. Ya might not know it yet, but the tongue is a g-spot
and rolling them over each others and sucking them is hot!" Of course the only
person I had kissed like that was my mother, but I liked it alot.
"Seems gross to me."
Unplanned, but the opportunity was too hard to pass up. I paused the DVD and
moved my head to his. "I’ll show ya, no big deal. Those guys are doin’ it,
--doesn’t make them gay!"
I dared lean closer, mouth to mouth, and pried his lips apart with my tongue.
Davey responded and allowed me access into his mouth. He reciprocated, but I
knew he wasn’t into it like I was. My cock became hard and surely he could feel
it pressed against his left hip.
Getting hot and heavy, not wanting to push things too far, I sat up and made
light saying, "There, dude, now ya can say that you’ve been French-kissed. --And
by the way, you’re a damn good kisser, if I may say so myself."
I didn’t expect a response, and was pleased that he did. "Kinda weird, with
another guy and all, but I guess it was okay. At least now I’ll know how with a
girl."
I left it at that and pressed play. I knew that I had used my influence over
him, along with the ecstasy, perhaps. Nonetheless, he could have refused, he
would never have allowed any other guy to do that to him, though.
The sheet tented above my crotch and I made no attempt to hide it. Davey
raised a knee, a move I assumed to hide his own boner. Second guessing myself, I
probably could have ‘cut to the chase’ and reached down to feel him up, speeding
up the seduction process and giving him his first blowjob.
The teens in the movie had graduated to a game of strip poker. Again, I
praised Rick, only one guy sported what looked like 7 inches, the other three
dudes were around four and six, thick and thin. I brought that fact to Davey’s
attention, emphasizing that the actors had to be a minimum legal age of 18
years-old to star in a porn movie. Who ever made the film was obviously only
concerned with young looking guys to play the roles, not cock size as most
pornos promoted.
Another game of dare got underway. The female then had to masturbate a male,
he inturn would finger the girl. Girls had to finger each other, and of course
the boys had to jerk each other off: the time limit was set at ten-seconds.
It was as if the movie was made as some kind of tutorial, like some learning
aides in school were presented. The ‘theory’ was visually supplied by the
producer, and the ‘practical,’ hands-on experimentation was up to the viewer.
The only thing missing was a pop up stating, "Pause Here!"
I did exactly that: paused there! Letting my cock free of sheet, I began
stroking myself all the while staring down Davey. "Come on, dude. Don’t be shy,
lets beat each others meat. Pretend we’re in the movie, --.it’ll be a gas!" I
laughed. "All in good fun!"
"Ten seconds?" he asked.
"Twenty." I countered. Shuffling closer to him, I slid my hand under the
sheet and found his erection. Pointing my cock in his direction as an offering,
I disregarded the rolling of his eyes at me as simply self-negation, an act that
he was only in it for the ride to humor me. He reluctantly reached over and
wrapped his palm and fingers around my shaft, however his breathing had
intensified showing his true sentiments, --he wanted to do it as much as I
did.
Davey’s erection was more than I thought it would be. Almost five slender
inches, at a guess. Very little foreskin left over after being stretched to max
out his length. Steel hard, it could shatter glass. I used my right foot to try
and kick down the sheet and expose him, however he clung to it not quite ready
to bare all for some reason. I allowed him that modesty, although he stared at
my cock as he pounded away on it.
We carried on with our handjobs longer than the agreed time limit. Perhaps
three minutes elapsed when my body warned me of a pending orgasm. As soon as I
released his cock, he let go of mine not wanting to appear as overly
enthusiastic.
"That was FUCKING hot, dude! I was almost ready to blow my load all over the
fucking place. Nasty shit to clean up afterward, even hits the wall behind me,
for fuck sake; drools down and stains the paint, too!"
I rambled on. "Ya ever tasted yer cum, dude? Mine’s sweet, not so bad,
really. I can shoot directly into my mouth, . . .well, most of it if I bend
over far enough. Wish I could suck myself off, --like, I can get far enough to
lick the head, but that’s it. Guys should be able to suck themselves off, would
beat the hell out of jerking off, --don’t ya think?"
Davey was laughing at my barrage of bullshit, finally he caught his breath
and answered my questions. "No, I never ate my own cum, and yes, I guess it
WOULD be better than jerking off!" he laughed again.
"You’ve never had a blowjob, but I can tell ya that they are awesome,
dude!"
I anticipated the next question. "So, who are the lucky girls, anyway? Ya
never tell."
"Dude, guys that kiss and tell are losers. And who says it’s strictly girls.
I’m not going to answer any more questions, so stop being a busybody. Lets watch
the movie." End of conversation, case closed, I gave him food for thought and
left him more curious than ever. We never separated, our bodies still touching
the other. I placed a loose arm around his neck, a show of friendship. Nor did I
cover up my deflated and leaking cock, and pressed play.
The games continued, and became more risque. Whomever the bottle pointed to
had to lick pussy or suck cock of the person who made the spin. The guy would
cheer and clap if he landed on a girl relishing the twenty-second blowjob, or in
reverse, equally content eating pussy, but hem-and-haw when his luck ran out and
had to blow buddy. The girls didn’t seem to mind eating each other out, though.
My cock was hard all over again pointing to my bellybutton. I noticed that Davey
had let his guard down, the sheet barely covering his groin area, his hands far
removed and crossed at his chest.
I didn’t have a bottle handy, nor would it be functional on the bed, anyway.
I paused the DVD again. Davey stared at the motionless TV, he knew what was
coming. Once again, the hint of his labored breath silently gave him away.
He agreed that if the bottle on TV pointed to either Phil or Chuck, he would
act their roles, and Peter and Greg would be my roles regardless if a girl spun
the bottle or not. I pressed play.
One, two, three spins had all landed on girls.The tension in the air was
thick, Davey stopped breathing at every spin, and let out a breath after each.
The fourth pointed at Greg. Davey lost and was going to blow me. I could see
that he was nervous and apprehensive.
"Come on, dude. A bet’s a bet. No one will know about this, okay?" My left
hand supported my cock in an upright position, my right arm around his neck
gently guided him down to accept his fate. His hand shook as he took my manhood
and lowered his head taking the oozing knob in his mouth.
I sensed what was going through his mind. I knew he wanted to blow me but he
was battling the demons of right and wrong in his mind. As if it were yesterday,
i remembered going down on Rick that first time in his truck. I relieved Davey
from his quandary by sliding down onto my side and straightening him enough to
reciprocate the blowjob. he movie played on with what must have been serious
fucking, the "ooohs" and "aaahs" and foul language must have fuelled the
passion, we were sucking each other off for the sheer erotic pleasure of it.
Like Doug, Davey would have to be taught a few things, but he got an ‘A’ for
effort, regardless. When I began cumming in his mouth, he paused only briefly as
if to decide things, and went back to the task at hand, himself cumming moments
later. An equal playing field had been established. He was cool with it all
after the fact, our sworn secret sealed when, like Doug, I told him that we were
cum-brothers from now on, not like simple blood brothers. He liked that enhanced
variation to the childhood ritual and laughed his head off.
I tuned the TV to ‘Much Music’ and we watched music videos. He laid his head
on my chest as if I were his protector from that day forward. I bent my head and
we kissed with much greater zeal and lust. I discovered that I liked kissing
guys. There was no need to fuck him, or have him fuck me. That would come in due
course. I didn’t feel that Davey would need much further grooming.
Two down, one to go. "Dynamo Danny," named for his restless inability to sit
still and his always jovial antics, was next.
Balancing time between Doug and Davey for sex was enough of a challenge,
including Danny was going to be difficult to say the least. However, Danny was
the easiest one of them all as I knew he would be. He idolized me and like a
loyal puppy dog, he was always at my side when us guys got together or waiting
for me in the halls at school.
The next week when he was to sleep over was as if he was going to Disney
Land. It was all he talked about all week asking what we were going to do and
making suggestions, like eating pizza, playing certain video games, telling
ghost stories, yes, ghost stories, Danny was simple minded and easily
entertained and that’s what we all loved about him. He was short for his age, a
good head smaller than me. He was like a pitbull if anyone dare cross him, yet
he was the most loveable, likeable kid you could ever meet.
I told Rick what my plan was, "Go for it, seems you don’t need my help
anyway. You point your rod in your own fishing hole and have been quite
successful landing the big fish so far." he laughed.
"Damn, I’m horny!" I said after an evening of video games. We were both
naked, had been since I undressed for bed when he begged me for another round of
a war game he loved. I pulled off my underwear and sat down, his eyes never left
my goods for a long time and then several times as we played, him losing in the
end.
He undressed naked, only to impress me by nonchalantly claiming that he slept
nude as well. My cock was already hard and he couldn't help but notice it when I
raised the sheet high and let him scoot over top of me to the right side of the
bed.
I kicked the sheet down to my knees and started jerking off. Danny was all
eyes. "How ‘bout helping out a buddy with a lending hand?"
"Sure." he never hesitated, and eagerly said "Why not, --what’s a handjob
between friends, no big deal."
And a handjob it was. I seen his little boner for the first time when he
decided that he was going to do it right by crawling between my thighs and
sitting on his haunches. The circumcised head looked like a mushroom cap atop an
adult size pinky finger. Danny was still very much a little boy. I hoped that
one day soon he would bloom when full puberty finally set in. Rick would like
the hairless little boy look. God only knows how many times he threatened to
take a razor to me!
Danny pumped relentlessly, alternating hands when one grew tired. I told he
could feel my balls if he wanted; as I guessed, he wanted, weighing them first
and then rolling the orbs between his fingers.
"How ‘bout a blowjob, dude?" I blatantly asked. "I mean a handjob is great,
but I could do that myself, ya know?"
There was no moment of self-debate or disgusted looks. It was as if he was
building up the courage to do it and simply needed the nudge from uncertainty
how I would react. Danny took a mouthful and then some more until finding his
comfort level and settling in to give me what I could only assume wasn’t his
first time sucking cock. He knew too much, the finer details and skills that are
honed over time until a guy develops his own personal style. Rick used to say
that blowjobs are like signatures, some may be similar, but no two are alike.
Danny was a seasoned cock sucker!
At first, Danny denied ever having sex with anyone before me. I knew he was
lying and he knew that I knew he was lying. Even when I confided that I was a
cock sucker since the age of ten, other than being shocked, he still wasn’t
going to confirm or deny anything. If there was a shadow of doubt in my mind,
that was shattered when two hours later I fucked him. It was much too easy
sliding into him, and he enjoyed it much more than he should have to the point
of taking an active role by rearing himself to meet my every thrust, and I
wasn’t at all gentle when I figured he wanted it rough.
It was Rick’s theory that most bottoms liked it rough. He claimed that it was
a subconscious defence mechanism in maintaining one’s masculinity while doing
something perceived as unmasculine. It is male nature to roughhouse, wrestle or
fight and accept pain as part of the package, fucking can be deemed as an
extension of male physical interaction.
Laying beside Danny I decided to come clean about my own homosex experiences
with Rick. He was flabbergasted to say the least. It was after that revelation
that he opened up to me feeling safe in doing so. It seems we had a lot in
common.
His mother died when he was ten and sent to live with his mom’s sister and
her family, where he still resided. He shared a room with his 17 year-old
cousin, Mitch, who wasted no time using his little cousin for sex. A week later,
Mitch’s stepfather appeared one night. Danny thought that he and Mitch had been
caught red-handed and there would be hell to pay. Instead, the man dropped his
terrycloth robe, naked and very erect, got into the bed. He regularly
participated in molesting Danny along with Mitch, the duo had been fooling
around with each ever since Mitch was 12 and the man walked into the garage and
caught him on his knees blowing a teenage neighbor boy who mowed their lawn.
Danny had no regrets. He claimed he liked it. Mitch, now 20, was going to a
local college and still lived at home and shared the same bedroom as Danny.
Mitch’s mother divorced her second husband a year ago and he was out of the
picture, but Danny still got it on with Mitch, a self-described bisexual who
dated many girls and had a string of guys he played around with, but never
brought home.
When asked point blank if he would have sex with Rick, he never wavered
saying he thought Rick was cool, as well as handsome. I then questioned if he
would consider having group sex with me, Doug and Davey. Danny was very
enthusiastic about that possibility. I didn’t ask about my mother. I didn’t want
to push it, nor did I want anyone to know about that dark secret quite yet,
although I had every reason to believe in Danny’s integrity with keeping
secrets.
Before Danny woke up, I heard my mother puttering in the kitchen, knowing
that Rick would soon follow, I jumped out of bed to hopefully head him off at
the bathroom for a quick private talk. My mother saw me, my nudity certainly not
an issue even with my pee-woody, I was expected to give her a good morning kiss,
and did my duty.
Mom grabbed my boner and asked if the boy in my bed could still walk after
the fucking she heard me giving him earlier. I laughed, and assured her Danny
was fine, but would probably be hungry as a horse after being ridden hard and
put away wet! It was my turn to laugh at Danny’s expense, but what he didn’t
know wouldn’t hurt him.
I caught Rick coming out of the bathroom and dragged him back inside. I
needed a piss bad, it was starting to leak. The bathtub had always served double
duty as a urinal for such dire occasions when aim was impossible. Rick watched
me relieve myself as I relayed a brief summary of Danny’s sexual history and
that he was more than willing to have sex with what he considered a "handsome
man." I told Rick that Danny must have broke his glasses one day so not to let
the complement go to his head. As a result of my humor, I got a burning slap on
my ass that almost sent me into the tub.
Rick got me back at the breakfast table. Naked, and the object of Danny’s
wandering eyes, Rick asked him if he knew how I liked my ‘Cheerios’ served up. I
picked up the butter knife and told him to shut up or I’d cut his dick off!
What a sight we must have been to Danny. Me and Rick nude, and my mother in a
negligee that didn’t leave much to the imagination, her brown nipples and dark
bush distinguishable through the thin material. It was second nature to me. It
was what I was taught and once believed was a normal, everyday american
family.
After breakfast Rick claimed he had some warranty work that need doing on his
brakes and offered Danny and his bike a ride home in the truck. Rick offered me
to come along, but I knew what he was up to and said I had to cut the grass,
which was true and I wanted my allowance for the weekend. After they left, horny
as hell picturing the truck pulled over someplace, I fucked my mother on the
kitchen floor.
It suddenly dawned on me that our roles had somehow been reversed. She had
become submissive to my prowess as she had her husband. I controlled my mother,
--she no longer controlled her little boy. Mom had always been a slave to a
penis and let men walk all over her, I was no different.
I was just putting away the lawn mower when Doug showed up right on schedule
at 2pm as arranged. The bedroom/clubhouse had a small fiberglass bathroom like
in motorhomes and RVs that served as toilet and shower in one. I could have went
into the house and enjoyed the more spacious shower, however the opportunity to
be naked in front of Doug would hasten getting him into the sack, not that he
needed much encouragement to have sex, but timing was everything then.
I had decided to go ahead with the next step, orchestrating group sex. Davey
was to arrive at 3pm, and if everything went according to plan, he would enter
the clubhouse and catch Doug and me in a sixty-niner and be convinced to join
the party. Timing was everything, Davey could arrive early or late. I didn’t
think that Doug would be a problem, but just in case I gave him a hit of the
‘Love Drug’ hoping he would be in a more -social- frame of mind to deal with the
potentially humiliating situation.
Then there was Davey I had to contend with. He was a very sensitive boy and I
felt he was taking our sexual relationship much too personal, like we were
boyfriends or something, and might freak out catching me in bed with Doug and
storm out. There was little I could do about that possibility other than hope
for the best. I made a mental note to never French-kiss a boy again, something
we both enjoyed every time we got together, however the intimacy of the act took
things to level above simple fuck-buddies.
The only person I wasn’t worried about was Danny. I knew where he stood in
the big picture. He was told everyone was meeting up around 4pm, we had planned
a BBQ for that evening and a group sleepover in the clubhouse. I fibbed, telling
them I had to beg my mother for permission. We had chips and cheezies and
pretzels, a mini-fridge full of beer and a baggy of ecstasy all courtesy of Rick
in lieu of my allowance.
By the time I got out of the claustrophobic shower wondering how any larger
adult could possibly bathe themselves in such a confined space, Doug had helped
himself to a beer and sat on the bed with his back against the wall wearing
nothing but a mischievous grin. Damn, he looked hot! I hoped that I wasn’t
falling for him like Davey had fallen for me.
For good while, we rolled around in passion rubbing cocks to groins, groping,
and dry hump thighs almost spilling off the double-wide bed a few times. I
resisted the urge to kiss him knowing that Doug just wouldn’t get off on that.
As well, I wanted to lift my legs above my head and get fucked silly as I had
done to Danny. Davey could have walked in at any time, we would have never heard
him over the creaks and shrieks of the old metal frame and coil-spring bed.
The sixty-nine just happened: next thing we knew, with concerted motion we
were on our sides, each with a raised knee for better access, a hand full of
testicles, and a cock staring us in the face that was quickly engulfed, Damn, I
loved Doug’s sleek meaty manhood! Not that the other D’s weren’t in their own
way, but Doug was all teenage boy from his head to his toes. He reeked
masculinity that he didn’t flagrantly portray, but I saw it in him and cherished
it. If a guy was going to be queer with another guy, each being butch made the
stigma an easier pill to swallow and I think that’s why I was always okay doing
that stuff with Rick even after I discovered that we weren’t a normal
family.
I heard the pounding of feet running up the creaky wooden stairs to the loft.
Doug had heard it too, but in the seconds before he could do anything to hide
his embarrassment, Davey had entered the clubhouse and stopped dead in his
tracks. Both of us held the other’s saliva slimy cock inches from our mouths,
there would be no denying what we had been doing. Whereas Doug was mortified, I
simply smiled at Davey and told him that I had been expecting him and to take
off his clothes and join us.
Doug was frozen in animation, his cock went flaccid in seconds, limp over my
thumb, his slit dribbling precum. Davey remained wide-eyed, his mouth formed an
-O- trying to fathom the lewd scene on the bed five feet away.
"It’s okay, dude." I said softly, "Me and Doug were having a little fun. We
knew you’d be here at any minute, --no big deal, right?" I felt the need to out
him in order to put things into perspective, and said, "Nothing you and me
haven’t done before! --Chill out, grab a beer, and while yer at it, there’s
ecstasy on top of the bar-fridge, help yourself, . . . let’s PAR-TAY!" I said
jumping up grabbing him by the waist and comically danced a waltz with him over
to the fridge where I dipped him with grace and poise and him sticking up his
leg to complete the theatrics.
I showed him that he was still important to me, If he was angry at first, he
soon got over it and laughed at my shannanigan. Doug had climbed up to lean on
the side wall, his knees up and and spread, his junk hanging between his thighs
laughing along with us. He had gotten over the shock factor and appeared cool
with things, perhaps it was the spoken hint that Davey and I had also been
sexual with each other that made him let down his guard. Aiming at his gonads, I
hurled him a can of beer that he caught before it hit my intended target, I
whined at my unfortunate near miss.
"Asshole!" he muttered.
"Faggot!" I countered. Had he not cracked open the can, I would have felt it
smartly somewhere on my body.
Davey was digging into the baggy of -E- when I began to undress him,
conscious that he would be shy exposing himself to Doug. Sneakers, socks, shorts
and underwear and finally his t-shirt flew in the air as quick as I could remove
them before he could protest.
I picked him up and tossed him playfully atop the bed. Davey scurried and
took a place at the wall beside Doug red faced hugging his knees to protect his
modesty. I handed him his beer and assumed a place beside him.
I couldn’t have asked for better when Doug said, "Chill out about yer fucking
body, dude! Ain’t nothing wrong with it, trust me. --I don’t know why you guys
are such cowards in the showers, we’re all boys! . . . Robbie’s the fucking
freak if ya wanna get right down to it. He oughta be in a circus sideshow if ya
ask me! --I can see the marquee; - "Elephant Boy!’ - "Watch him feed himself
peanuts with his dick!" he laughed a good one at my expense.
Davey quipped in, "Yeah, he oughta join the gymnastics team , . . .he has his
own pole-vault!" They both roared in hysterics.
"I’m not all that big, okay, --DAH!"
Just then Danny could be heard running up the stairs earlier than expected.
It was as if he hurried everywhere so as not to miss anything, even school! He
had not a clue what he might have been missing in the clubhouse, it was just
that he would want to be there first to ensure he missed nothing. Seeing the
three of us naked, he probably thought he had missed a whole chapter or two,
blaming his damn clunker of a bike for slowing him down on the fifteen-mile
ride.
"What are ya waiting for?" I asked impatiently. "Grab a beer and a ‘happy’
pill and get naked with us!"
Davey did exactly that, and as he stripped we all hummed the ‘stripper-tune’
which he got into by dancing seductively and tossing his clothes at us, which,
acting disgusted with his socks and underwear, we tossed back at him. The
hairless late bloomer jumped atop the bed and curtsied ending his performance,
hopped over mimicking a bunny and plunked himself down beside me laughing his
head off along with the rest of us.
We had socialized together many times, however that day had to be the most
memorable. Sex was obviously on everyones mind, whether in apprehension or
anticipation, but there was no urgency. We drank beer and groped, even had a
playful circle-jerk sitting knee to knee simply exploring each other, foreplay
for the main event later that night.
Rick and mom had gone out for the evening and we lit a bonfire in the pit to
roast our smokies, all still naked, the secluded backyard lush with trees and
bushes offered privacy from nosy neighbors. something my mother insisted on and
filled in any gaps in order to ensure it. As well, just like the 3Ds and I were
enjoying the freedom of nudity, Rick, mom and I often enjoyed a bonfire and sat
around in the buff roasting weenies or marsh mallows.on a stick.
We were high on ecstasy, a ‘Devil May Care’ aura, all was beautiful in the
confines of great friends; no, --"brothers," someone commented which resulted in
a group hug, almost teary eyed. An insatiable thirst, the garden hose was a
popular venue. We filled empty beer cans with water and carried them up to the
clubhouse.
Bedtime was anything but sedate. It was hard to keep track of who was doing
who, everyone kept switching partners for oral sex. No one person seemed to
initiate anything, it just happened the moment we walked in. Any misgivings
about bodies were soon forgotten, each cock was just as important as the next
that ended up within tongue distance of a mouth, we were ever moving, slithering
in the bed in an erotic type of dance, the stereo blasting, keeping the rhythm
flowing.
There was no need to fuck. Groping, jerking, licking, ball play that
sometimes got rough, but felt good, and oral plentiful. Even cumming wasn’t a
motivation, although I thought I did get a whiff of cum from somebody’s person
or breath.
I believe we fell asleep one by one, a hodge-podge of strewn bodies with
limbs upon limbs is what I woke up to at some point of the wee hours when nature
called. I then drank two beer cans of water, studied my friends, and laid down
beside Doug after pushing Danny’s limp body out of the way. I held him in my
arms and fell back into a deep sleep.
to be continued . . .
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an issue, either Davey or Danny or both were tagging along after school to hang
in the clubhouse. Lunch hour rendezvous’ in one of the private handicapped
bathrooms became our primary location to get it on.
I spent Friday night in my bed with Doug where I convinced him to take it up
his ass. I remembered the pain as if it was yesterday and empathized with him,
but like Rick was with me, unyielding to the cries for mercy reassuring him that
it would get better if he relaxed and took it like a man. Nor did I have the
element of surprise in my favor to gain precious territory, I wasn’t licking
anyone’s asshole as a deception.
Blonde and blue eyed Davey was next. My mother claimed that he had bedroom
eyes and a smile that would knock any girl off her feet. Yet Davey was not
popular with the ladies despite his good looks. He was shy and reserved and
tongue tied talking to a girl. He was much more comfortable around guys, and
that was to my advantage.
Rick claimed that Davey’s timid demeanor would be the obstacle in getting
into his pants. What worked on Doug, may not necessarily work on Davey or Danny.
A new strategy had to be worked out to fit the challenge. Rick worked out the
schematics including contingency plans. He was certain that once Davey was
comfortable with his body, the rest of the seduction would fall into place.
He reminded me that I still held the power of persuasion over the 3Ds and
could easily force myself onto them. However, it was best that, like Doug, each
be willing participants, after some subtle persuasion, of course. Minds had to
be opened to do things they never thought about before. And Rick had been a
proven master at it in our household.
Saturday night, Davey was sleeping over. Sitting on the end of my bed we
played Xbox for hours. I stripped out of my clothes in the comfort of my boxer
briefs. Davey never followed my lead until I brought it to his attention to
chill out and get comfortable. He claimed he brought pajamas and would change
after the next round in the game. It was going to be harder than I thought.
Where are you Rick?
"Who the fuck teenager wears pajamas?" I laughed at him and teased, "Are they
Superman, Spiderman or Sponge Bob . . . maybe Scooby Doo, --now, he’s cool! . .
. I bet your undies are the same!"
I had embarrassed him. He shyly looked away from me and timidly said,
"They’re blue, that’s all."
"Dude, no one wears PJs anymore, --at least after seven years-old, that is."
I added insult to injury by saying, "Does your mommy still tuck ya in?"
I had taken it too far, Davey was insulted. "Fuck off, Robbie!" he
scathed.
"I’m sorry, --just joshing with ya. Davey. It’s just that most guys our age
sleep in the nude." I lied, not having a clue other than my own preference.
"Really?" he asked dumbfounded, "Why is that?"
"So we can let it all hang out, I guess. It feels really nice." I leaned into
Davey and whispered, "It feels sexy, too, when yer hard cock rubs the mattress."
I giggled mischievously.
Davey blushed, and said, "You do that, too?"
"Every guy does, dude. But I like to fuck my pillows, ya know, pretend they
are a girl." I laughed. "Anyway, let’s crash. Try sleeping in the nude tonight,
I know I’m going to, I’m not a shy pussy-boy like you " I stood and pulled down
my underwear allowing Davey a good view of my body while I wasted time gathering
up the game cartridges.
Davey couldn’t have aided my cause any better, saying, "You have a nice body,
Robbie." he realized how gay that sounded, guys don’t usually comment on another
guys body. "I mean, . . . I wish I had a muscular body."
"Who ever told ya that you don’t have a nice body? And let’s be honest,
Davey, you really mean to say I have nice junk!" I laughed, groping myself for
effect. "Well, I think ya look just fine in the nude, too. You have nothing to
be ashamed of from what I saw in the showers, dude!"
"Really, Robbie? --Nah, you’re just being nice, I’m kinda puny down there."
he giggled.
"You’re a bit smaller than me and Doug and maybe a few of the other guys, but
if you took the time to look around, you would have seen guys a LOT smaller than
you, --like Danny, for example. But who cares, anyway? It’s gym class, . . . Yer
not auditioning for a porno movie, asshole! --Speaking of which . . ." I held up
a DVD, smiled, and said, "High School Orgy! --I’m horny, I wanna jerk off: now
git nakie and git in bed!
Davey slowly undressed, I went for a piss to ease the pressure on him, by the
time I returned, he was in the bed with the covers pulled to his chest. He
looked at me weird and said, "Dude, you just walked butt naked into the hallway!
What if your mother saw?"
If only he knew how intimately my mother knew my body. "She’s seen me naked
lots of times, it’s no big deal around here." I replied, and climbed under the
sheet with my back resting on the wall. "Ya ain’t going to see the flick in that
position, git up here!"
I used the remote to start the DVD player, Davey scooted up keeping the
protective sheet in check.I did, however, see his bare hip for a moment,
assuring me that he was in fact naked. I let the sheet hover just above my soft
dick leaving my pubic hair exposed. Even I thought the sight of me was kinda
sexy, I hoped he would as well. As happened with Doug, an overwhelming desire to
seduce and have sex with Davey kicked in. I truly wanted to see his junk in
plain view, and of course, his hard on. My cock stirred under the sheet.
I was worried that I wouldn’t be into it and simply have to go through the
motions, so I brought out the ecstasy before hand. Every kid knew about the
recreational drug, getting Davey to take the tablet wasn’t all that difficult.
For his sake, hoping the dark room would ease his inhibitions, I reach over
and turned off the light, The glare from the TV lit the room in a perfect blue
aura, just bright enough to see each other.
Rick had selected and rented the perfect smut movie for the occasion. It had
a storyline about four teen boys and girls. It began with the eight who appeared
to be no more than 16 seated on a carpeted floor playing spin the bottle.
Whoever the neck of the bottle pointed at had to French-kiss each other for five
seconds. Girl/boy, girl/girl and boy/boy, it didn’t matter. The others counted
down the seconds. I never kissed another guy, but it looked hot!
"What’s it like to kiss a girl like that?" Davey asked.
"Feels fantastic, dude. Ya might not know it yet, but the tongue is a g-spot
and rolling them over each others and sucking them is hot!" Of course the only
person I had kissed like that was my mother, but I liked it alot.
"Seems gross to me."
Unplanned, but the opportunity was too hard to pass up. I paused the DVD and
moved my head to his. "I’ll show ya, no big deal. Those guys are doin’ it,
--doesn’t make them gay!"
I dared lean closer, mouth to mouth, and pried his lips apart with my tongue.
Davey responded and allowed me access into his mouth. He reciprocated, but I
knew he wasn’t into it like I was. My cock became hard and surely he could feel
it pressed against his left hip.
Getting hot and heavy, not wanting to push things too far, I sat up and made
light saying, "There, dude, now ya can say that you’ve been French-kissed. --And
by the way, you’re a damn good kisser, if I may say so myself."
I didn’t expect a response, and was pleased that he did. "Kinda weird, with
another guy and all, but I guess it was okay. At least now I’ll know how with a
girl."
I left it at that and pressed play. I knew that I had used my influence over
him, along with the ecstasy, perhaps. Nonetheless, he could have refused, he
would never have allowed any other guy to do that to him, though.
The sheet tented above my crotch and I made no attempt to hide it. Davey
raised a knee, a move I assumed to hide his own boner. Second guessing myself, I
probably could have ‘cut to the chase’ and reached down to feel him up, speeding
up the seduction process and giving him his first blowjob.
The teens in the movie had graduated to a game of strip poker. Again, I
praised Rick, only one guy sported what looked like 7 inches, the other three
dudes were around four and six, thick and thin. I brought that fact to Davey’s
attention, emphasizing that the actors had to be a minimum legal age of 18
years-old to star in a porn movie. Who ever made the film was obviously only
concerned with young looking guys to play the roles, not cock size as most
pornos promoted.
Another game of dare got underway. The female then had to masturbate a male,
he inturn would finger the girl. Girls had to finger each other, and of course
the boys had to jerk each other off: the time limit was set at ten-seconds.
It was as if the movie was made as some kind of tutorial, like some learning
aides in school were presented. The ‘theory’ was visually supplied by the
producer, and the ‘practical,’ hands-on experimentation was up to the viewer.
The only thing missing was a pop up stating, "Pause Here!"
I did exactly that: paused there! Letting my cock free of sheet, I began
stroking myself all the while staring down Davey. "Come on, dude. Don’t be shy,
lets beat each others meat. Pretend we’re in the movie, --.it’ll be a gas!" I
laughed. "All in good fun!"
"Ten seconds?" he asked.
"Twenty." I countered. Shuffling closer to him, I slid my hand under the
sheet and found his erection. Pointing my cock in his direction as an offering,
I disregarded the rolling of his eyes at me as simply self-negation, an act that
he was only in it for the ride to humor me. He reluctantly reached over and
wrapped his palm and fingers around my shaft, however his breathing had
intensified showing his true sentiments, --he wanted to do it as much as I
did.
Davey’s erection was more than I thought it would be. Almost five slender
inches, at a guess. Very little foreskin left over after being stretched to max
out his length. Steel hard, it could shatter glass. I used my right foot to try
and kick down the sheet and expose him, however he clung to it not quite ready
to bare all for some reason. I allowed him that modesty, although he stared at
my cock as he pounded away on it.
We carried on with our handjobs longer than the agreed time limit. Perhaps
three minutes elapsed when my body warned me of a pending orgasm. As soon as I
released his cock, he let go of mine not wanting to appear as overly
enthusiastic.
"That was FUCKING hot, dude! I was almost ready to blow my load all over the
fucking place. Nasty shit to clean up afterward, even hits the wall behind me,
for fuck sake; drools down and stains the paint, too!"
I rambled on. "Ya ever tasted yer cum, dude? Mine’s sweet, not so bad,
really. I can shoot directly into my mouth, . . .well, most of it if I bend
over far enough. Wish I could suck myself off, --like, I can get far enough to
lick the head, but that’s it. Guys should be able to suck themselves off, would
beat the hell out of jerking off, --don’t ya think?"
Davey was laughing at my barrage of bullshit, finally he caught his breath
and answered my questions. "No, I never ate my own cum, and yes, I guess it
WOULD be better than jerking off!" he laughed again.
"You’ve never had a blowjob, but I can tell ya that they are awesome,
dude!"
I anticipated the next question. "So, who are the lucky girls, anyway? Ya
never tell."
"Dude, guys that kiss and tell are losers. And who says it’s strictly girls.
I’m not going to answer any more questions, so stop being a busybody. Lets watch
the movie." End of conversation, case closed, I gave him food for thought and
left him more curious than ever. We never separated, our bodies still touching
the other. I placed a loose arm around his neck, a show of friendship. Nor did I
cover up my deflated and leaking cock, and pressed play.
The games continued, and became more risque. Whomever the bottle pointed to
had to lick pussy or suck cock of the person who made the spin. The guy would
cheer and clap if he landed on a girl relishing the twenty-second blowjob, or in
reverse, equally content eating pussy, but hem-and-haw when his luck ran out and
had to blow buddy. The girls didn’t seem to mind eating each other out, though.
My cock was hard all over again pointing to my bellybutton. I noticed that Davey
had let his guard down, the sheet barely covering his groin area, his hands far
removed and crossed at his chest.
I didn’t have a bottle handy, nor would it be functional on the bed, anyway.
I paused the DVD again. Davey stared at the motionless TV, he knew what was
coming. Once again, the hint of his labored breath silently gave him away.
He agreed that if the bottle on TV pointed to either Phil or Chuck, he would
act their roles, and Peter and Greg would be my roles regardless if a girl spun
the bottle or not. I pressed play.
One, two, three spins had all landed on girls.The tension in the air was
thick, Davey stopped breathing at every spin, and let out a breath after each.
The fourth pointed at Greg. Davey lost and was going to blow me. I could see
that he was nervous and apprehensive.
"Come on, dude. A bet’s a bet. No one will know about this, okay?" My left
hand supported my cock in an upright position, my right arm around his neck
gently guided him down to accept his fate. His hand shook as he took my manhood
and lowered his head taking the oozing knob in his mouth.
I sensed what was going through his mind. I knew he wanted to blow me but he
was battling the demons of right and wrong in his mind. As if it were yesterday,
i remembered going down on Rick that first time in his truck. I relieved Davey
from his quandary by sliding down onto my side and straightening him enough to
reciprocate the blowjob. he movie played on with what must have been serious
fucking, the "ooohs" and "aaahs" and foul language must have fuelled the
passion, we were sucking each other off for the sheer erotic pleasure of it.
Like Doug, Davey would have to be taught a few things, but he got an ‘A’ for
effort, regardless. When I began cumming in his mouth, he paused only briefly as
if to decide things, and went back to the task at hand, himself cumming moments
later. An equal playing field had been established. He was cool with it all
after the fact, our sworn secret sealed when, like Doug, I told him that we were
cum-brothers from now on, not like simple blood brothers. He liked that enhanced
variation to the childhood ritual and laughed his head off.
I tuned the TV to ‘Much Music’ and we watched music videos. He laid his head
on my chest as if I were his protector from that day forward. I bent my head and
we kissed with much greater zeal and lust. I discovered that I liked kissing
guys. There was no need to fuck him, or have him fuck me. That would come in due
course. I didn’t feel that Davey would need much further grooming.
Two down, one to go. "Dynamo Danny," named for his restless inability to sit
still and his always jovial antics, was next.
Balancing time between Doug and Davey for sex was enough of a challenge,
including Danny was going to be difficult to say the least. However, Danny was
the easiest one of them all as I knew he would be. He idolized me and like a
loyal puppy dog, he was always at my side when us guys got together or waiting
for me in the halls at school.
The next week when he was to sleep over was as if he was going to Disney
Land. It was all he talked about all week asking what we were going to do and
making suggestions, like eating pizza, playing certain video games, telling
ghost stories, yes, ghost stories, Danny was simple minded and easily
entertained and that’s what we all loved about him. He was short for his age, a
good head smaller than me. He was like a pitbull if anyone dare cross him, yet
he was the most loveable, likeable kid you could ever meet.
I told Rick what my plan was, "Go for it, seems you don’t need my help
anyway. You point your rod in your own fishing hole and have been quite
successful landing the big fish so far." he laughed.
"Damn, I’m horny!" I said after an evening of video games. We were both
naked, had been since I undressed for bed when he begged me for another round of
a war game he loved. I pulled off my underwear and sat down, his eyes never left
my goods for a long time and then several times as we played, him losing in the
end.
He undressed naked, only to impress me by nonchalantly claiming that he slept
nude as well. My cock was already hard and he couldn't help but notice it when I
raised the sheet high and let him scoot over top of me to the right side of the
bed.
I kicked the sheet down to my knees and started jerking off. Danny was all
eyes. "How ‘bout helping out a buddy with a lending hand?"
"Sure." he never hesitated, and eagerly said "Why not, --what’s a handjob
between friends, no big deal."
And a handjob it was. I seen his little boner for the first time when he
decided that he was going to do it right by crawling between my thighs and
sitting on his haunches. The circumcised head looked like a mushroom cap atop an
adult size pinky finger. Danny was still very much a little boy. I hoped that
one day soon he would bloom when full puberty finally set in. Rick would like
the hairless little boy look. God only knows how many times he threatened to
take a razor to me!
Danny pumped relentlessly, alternating hands when one grew tired. I told he
could feel my balls if he wanted; as I guessed, he wanted, weighing them first
and then rolling the orbs between his fingers.
"How ‘bout a blowjob, dude?" I blatantly asked. "I mean a handjob is great,
but I could do that myself, ya know?"
There was no moment of self-debate or disgusted looks. It was as if he was
building up the courage to do it and simply needed the nudge from uncertainty
how I would react. Danny took a mouthful and then some more until finding his
comfort level and settling in to give me what I could only assume wasn’t his
first time sucking cock. He knew too much, the finer details and skills that are
honed over time until a guy develops his own personal style. Rick used to say
that blowjobs are like signatures, some may be similar, but no two are alike.
Danny was a seasoned cock sucker!
At first, Danny denied ever having sex with anyone before me. I knew he was
lying and he knew that I knew he was lying. Even when I confided that I was a
cock sucker since the age of ten, other than being shocked, he still wasn’t
going to confirm or deny anything. If there was a shadow of doubt in my mind,
that was shattered when two hours later I fucked him. It was much too easy
sliding into him, and he enjoyed it much more than he should have to the point
of taking an active role by rearing himself to meet my every thrust, and I
wasn’t at all gentle when I figured he wanted it rough.
It was Rick’s theory that most bottoms liked it rough. He claimed that it was
a subconscious defence mechanism in maintaining one’s masculinity while doing
something perceived as unmasculine. It is male nature to roughhouse, wrestle or
fight and accept pain as part of the package, fucking can be deemed as an
extension of male physical interaction.
Laying beside Danny I decided to come clean about my own homosex experiences
with Rick. He was flabbergasted to say the least. It was after that revelation
that he opened up to me feeling safe in doing so. It seems we had a lot in
common.
His mother died when he was ten and sent to live with his mom’s sister and
her family, where he still resided. He shared a room with his 17 year-old
cousin, Mitch, who wasted no time using his little cousin for sex. A week later,
Mitch’s stepfather appeared one night. Danny thought that he and Mitch had been
caught red-handed and there would be hell to pay. Instead, the man dropped his
terrycloth robe, naked and very erect, got into the bed. He regularly
participated in molesting Danny along with Mitch, the duo had been fooling
around with each ever since Mitch was 12 and the man walked into the garage and
caught him on his knees blowing a teenage neighbor boy who mowed their lawn.
Danny had no regrets. He claimed he liked it. Mitch, now 20, was going to a
local college and still lived at home and shared the same bedroom as Danny.
Mitch’s mother divorced her second husband a year ago and he was out of the
picture, but Danny still got it on with Mitch, a self-described bisexual who
dated many girls and had a string of guys he played around with, but never
brought home.
When asked point blank if he would have sex with Rick, he never wavered
saying he thought Rick was cool, as well as handsome. I then questioned if he
would consider having group sex with me, Doug and Davey. Danny was very
enthusiastic about that possibility. I didn’t ask about my mother. I didn’t want
to push it, nor did I want anyone to know about that dark secret quite yet,
although I had every reason to believe in Danny’s integrity with keeping
secrets.
Before Danny woke up, I heard my mother puttering in the kitchen, knowing
that Rick would soon follow, I jumped out of bed to hopefully head him off at
the bathroom for a quick private talk. My mother saw me, my nudity certainly not
an issue even with my pee-woody, I was expected to give her a good morning kiss,
and did my duty.
Mom grabbed my boner and asked if the boy in my bed could still walk after
the fucking she heard me giving him earlier. I laughed, and assured her Danny
was fine, but would probably be hungry as a horse after being ridden hard and
put away wet! It was my turn to laugh at Danny’s expense, but what he didn’t
know wouldn’t hurt him.
I caught Rick coming out of the bathroom and dragged him back inside. I
needed a piss bad, it was starting to leak. The bathtub had always served double
duty as a urinal for such dire occasions when aim was impossible. Rick watched
me relieve myself as I relayed a brief summary of Danny’s sexual history and
that he was more than willing to have sex with what he considered a "handsome
man." I told Rick that Danny must have broke his glasses one day so not to let
the complement go to his head. As a result of my humor, I got a burning slap on
my ass that almost sent me into the tub.
Rick got me back at the breakfast table. Naked, and the object of Danny’s
wandering eyes, Rick asked him if he knew how I liked my ‘Cheerios’ served up. I
picked up the butter knife and told him to shut up or I’d cut his dick off!
What a sight we must have been to Danny. Me and Rick nude, and my mother in a
negligee that didn’t leave much to the imagination, her brown nipples and dark
bush distinguishable through the thin material. It was second nature to me. It
was what I was taught and once believed was a normal, everyday american
family.
After breakfast Rick claimed he had some warranty work that need doing on his
brakes and offered Danny and his bike a ride home in the truck. Rick offered me
to come along, but I knew what he was up to and said I had to cut the grass,
which was true and I wanted my allowance for the weekend. After they left, horny
as hell picturing the truck pulled over someplace, I fucked my mother on the
kitchen floor.
It suddenly dawned on me that our roles had somehow been reversed. She had
become submissive to my prowess as she had her husband. I controlled my mother,
--she no longer controlled her little boy. Mom had always been a slave to a
penis and let men walk all over her, I was no different.
I was just putting away the lawn mower when Doug showed up right on schedule
at 2pm as arranged. The bedroom/clubhouse had a small fiberglass bathroom like
in motorhomes and RVs that served as toilet and shower in one. I could have went
into the house and enjoyed the more spacious shower, however the opportunity to
be naked in front of Doug would hasten getting him into the sack, not that he
needed much encouragement to have sex, but timing was everything then.
I had decided to go ahead with the next step, orchestrating group sex. Davey
was to arrive at 3pm, and if everything went according to plan, he would enter
the clubhouse and catch Doug and me in a sixty-niner and be convinced to join
the party. Timing was everything, Davey could arrive early or late. I didn’t
think that Doug would be a problem, but just in case I gave him a hit of the
‘Love Drug’ hoping he would be in a more -social- frame of mind to deal with the
potentially humiliating situation.
Then there was Davey I had to contend with. He was a very sensitive boy and I
felt he was taking our sexual relationship much too personal, like we were
boyfriends or something, and might freak out catching me in bed with Doug and
storm out. There was little I could do about that possibility other than hope
for the best. I made a mental note to never French-kiss a boy again, something
we both enjoyed every time we got together, however the intimacy of the act took
things to level above simple fuck-buddies.
The only person I wasn’t worried about was Danny. I knew where he stood in
the big picture. He was told everyone was meeting up around 4pm, we had planned
a BBQ for that evening and a group sleepover in the clubhouse. I fibbed, telling
them I had to beg my mother for permission. We had chips and cheezies and
pretzels, a mini-fridge full of beer and a baggy of ecstasy all courtesy of Rick
in lieu of my allowance.
By the time I got out of the claustrophobic shower wondering how any larger
adult could possibly bathe themselves in such a confined space, Doug had helped
himself to a beer and sat on the bed with his back against the wall wearing
nothing but a mischievous grin. Damn, he looked hot! I hoped that I wasn’t
falling for him like Davey had fallen for me.
For good while, we rolled around in passion rubbing cocks to groins, groping,
and dry hump thighs almost spilling off the double-wide bed a few times. I
resisted the urge to kiss him knowing that Doug just wouldn’t get off on that.
As well, I wanted to lift my legs above my head and get fucked silly as I had
done to Danny. Davey could have walked in at any time, we would have never heard
him over the creaks and shrieks of the old metal frame and coil-spring bed.
The sixty-nine just happened: next thing we knew, with concerted motion we
were on our sides, each with a raised knee for better access, a hand full of
testicles, and a cock staring us in the face that was quickly engulfed, Damn, I
loved Doug’s sleek meaty manhood! Not that the other D’s weren’t in their own
way, but Doug was all teenage boy from his head to his toes. He reeked
masculinity that he didn’t flagrantly portray, but I saw it in him and cherished
it. If a guy was going to be queer with another guy, each being butch made the
stigma an easier pill to swallow and I think that’s why I was always okay doing
that stuff with Rick even after I discovered that we weren’t a normal
family.
I heard the pounding of feet running up the creaky wooden stairs to the loft.
Doug had heard it too, but in the seconds before he could do anything to hide
his embarrassment, Davey had entered the clubhouse and stopped dead in his
tracks. Both of us held the other’s saliva slimy cock inches from our mouths,
there would be no denying what we had been doing. Whereas Doug was mortified, I
simply smiled at Davey and told him that I had been expecting him and to take
off his clothes and join us.
Doug was frozen in animation, his cock went flaccid in seconds, limp over my
thumb, his slit dribbling precum. Davey remained wide-eyed, his mouth formed an
-O- trying to fathom the lewd scene on the bed five feet away.
"It’s okay, dude." I said softly, "Me and Doug were having a little fun. We
knew you’d be here at any minute, --no big deal, right?" I felt the need to out
him in order to put things into perspective, and said, "Nothing you and me
haven’t done before! --Chill out, grab a beer, and while yer at it, there’s
ecstasy on top of the bar-fridge, help yourself, . . . let’s PAR-TAY!" I said
jumping up grabbing him by the waist and comically danced a waltz with him over
to the fridge where I dipped him with grace and poise and him sticking up his
leg to complete the theatrics.
I showed him that he was still important to me, If he was angry at first, he
soon got over it and laughed at my shannanigan. Doug had climbed up to lean on
the side wall, his knees up and and spread, his junk hanging between his thighs
laughing along with us. He had gotten over the shock factor and appeared cool
with things, perhaps it was the spoken hint that Davey and I had also been
sexual with each other that made him let down his guard. Aiming at his gonads, I
hurled him a can of beer that he caught before it hit my intended target, I
whined at my unfortunate near miss.
"Asshole!" he muttered.
"Faggot!" I countered. Had he not cracked open the can, I would have felt it
smartly somewhere on my body.
Davey was digging into the baggy of -E- when I began to undress him,
conscious that he would be shy exposing himself to Doug. Sneakers, socks, shorts
and underwear and finally his t-shirt flew in the air as quick as I could remove
them before he could protest.
I picked him up and tossed him playfully atop the bed. Davey scurried and
took a place at the wall beside Doug red faced hugging his knees to protect his
modesty. I handed him his beer and assumed a place beside him.
I couldn’t have asked for better when Doug said, "Chill out about yer fucking
body, dude! Ain’t nothing wrong with it, trust me. --I don’t know why you guys
are such cowards in the showers, we’re all boys! . . . Robbie’s the fucking
freak if ya wanna get right down to it. He oughta be in a circus sideshow if ya
ask me! --I can see the marquee; - "Elephant Boy!’ - "Watch him feed himself
peanuts with his dick!" he laughed a good one at my expense.
Davey quipped in, "Yeah, he oughta join the gymnastics team , . . .he has his
own pole-vault!" They both roared in hysterics.
"I’m not all that big, okay, --DAH!"
Just then Danny could be heard running up the stairs earlier than expected.
It was as if he hurried everywhere so as not to miss anything, even school! He
had not a clue what he might have been missing in the clubhouse, it was just
that he would want to be there first to ensure he missed nothing. Seeing the
three of us naked, he probably thought he had missed a whole chapter or two,
blaming his damn clunker of a bike for slowing him down on the fifteen-mile
ride.
"What are ya waiting for?" I asked impatiently. "Grab a beer and a ‘happy’
pill and get naked with us!"
Davey did exactly that, and as he stripped we all hummed the ‘stripper-tune’
which he got into by dancing seductively and tossing his clothes at us, which,
acting disgusted with his socks and underwear, we tossed back at him. The
hairless late bloomer jumped atop the bed and curtsied ending his performance,
hopped over mimicking a bunny and plunked himself down beside me laughing his
head off along with the rest of us.
We had socialized together many times, however that day had to be the most
memorable. Sex was obviously on everyones mind, whether in apprehension or
anticipation, but there was no urgency. We drank beer and groped, even had a
playful circle-jerk sitting knee to knee simply exploring each other, foreplay
for the main event later that night.
Rick and mom had gone out for the evening and we lit a bonfire in the pit to
roast our smokies, all still naked, the secluded backyard lush with trees and
bushes offered privacy from nosy neighbors. something my mother insisted on and
filled in any gaps in order to ensure it. As well, just like the 3Ds and I were
enjoying the freedom of nudity, Rick, mom and I often enjoyed a bonfire and sat
around in the buff roasting weenies or marsh mallows.on a stick.
We were high on ecstasy, a ‘Devil May Care’ aura, all was beautiful in the
confines of great friends; no, --"brothers," someone commented which resulted in
a group hug, almost teary eyed. An insatiable thirst, the garden hose was a
popular venue. We filled empty beer cans with water and carried them up to the
clubhouse.
Bedtime was anything but sedate. It was hard to keep track of who was doing
who, everyone kept switching partners for oral sex. No one person seemed to
initiate anything, it just happened the moment we walked in. Any misgivings
about bodies were soon forgotten, each cock was just as important as the next
that ended up within tongue distance of a mouth, we were ever moving, slithering
in the bed in an erotic type of dance, the stereo blasting, keeping the rhythm
flowing.
There was no need to fuck. Groping, jerking, licking, ball play that
sometimes got rough, but felt good, and oral plentiful. Even cumming wasn’t a
motivation, although I thought I did get a whiff of cum from somebody’s person
or breath.
I believe we fell asleep one by one, a hodge-podge of strewn bodies with
limbs upon limbs is what I woke up to at some point of the wee hours when nature
called. I then drank two beer cans of water, studied my friends, and laid down
beside Doug after pushing Danny’s limp body out of the way. I held him in my
arms and fell back into a deep sleep.
to be continued . . .
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chapter 4
I woke up early as I always did, daylight seen in the small window of the
loft. My cheek was against Doug’s shoulder, my stomach and chest against his
back with my arm around his waist, the other arm numb with pins and needles
under his side, but not wanting to disturb his slumber, I endured it. I then
felt the arm around my chest, without looking, I knew it was Davey. He had found
me at some time in his sleepy daze and staked his claim as I had done with Doug.
How gay was that!
I had a strange sense that there was an entity missing to complete the
foursome. I raised my head to scan the bed first, then the close confines of the
clubhouse. The bathroom door was ajar and clearly vacant. Danny was nowhere to
be seen. I craned my neck to look on the floor, his hightops were by the door
where he shucked them and his pride and joy ‘501’ black jeans lay in a heap
amongst the array of other garments that had been haphazardly discarded around
the clubhouse floor.
I began to worry, wracking my brain to recall if he ever mentioned being a
sleep-walker. I had a vision of him aimlessly walking the streets of the quiet
neighbourhood in the nude, a destination only known in his dreamland psyche.
Worry changed to panic and the need to look for him became overwhelming.
With the least amount of disruption I extracted myself from between Doug and
Davey, muffling pain as I got out of bed and stepped on an empty beer can, one
of many that littered the floor along with crumpled chip bags and chocolate bar
wrappers. The eight scattered white socks would be a challenge to discern
ownership of at some point later, I thought.
A peek up and down the deserted street, hiding my nudity behind a garbage
can. I darted back up the driveway stopping at Rick’s Kenworth to check the door
finding it locked. The inside of the house was quiet, No sign of a body in my
bed, I made my way down the hall stopping for a piss at the bathroom. That’s
when I heard the giggling coming from farther down the hall. Most kids would
cringe at the thought of their parents fooling around, let alone tiptoeing to
peek in their bedroom to see what they were up to.
I found Danny. He was on top of my mother. Rick had his hand between their
legs to keep his little cock from slipping out of what must have been an abyss
for him, even my own thicker cock barely spread the lips. Rick also had two
fingers in Danny’s ass.
Rick noticed me standing in the doorway. "Hope ya don’t mind, but I borrowed
Danny for a while. You guys were all passed out when I snuck up to see if you
had scored. --Congratulations, by the way."
"Are you going to come join us, honey?"
"Nah. I better be there when Doug and Davey wake up sober and start to have
shame attacks regretting what they did. They’ll need some more liquid courage,
so I’m taking a six-pack from the fridge, okay?"
"Sure. --There’s a bag of weed on the dresser if you want." offered Rick.
Back to the clubhouse I went with the beer and weed and sat rolling a couple
of joints while the guys slept. I lit one, cracked a beer and sat back admiring
their bodies. Davey would start to fill out soon putting some meat on his bones,
nonetheless, he also looked just fine the way he was. Doug was perfect in every
way.
An energetic good morning blowjob may scare off those pesky guilt demons that
I was sure would surface. It was one thing to have solo sex with me, he was okay
with that, but his dignity might be tarnished at having two other guys witness
him being less than masculine, even though those same other guys participated.
You just had to know how Doug’s mind worked sometimes.
He was hard very quickly, probably a piss-woody. Doug woke with a startled,
looked around confused while his mind sorted out where he was and why his cock
was warm and wet. I reached down and retrieved the joint and lighter and passed
them up to him. When he sat up against the wall I followed the short distance
without ever losing momentum. Davey stirred from beside us, and when the cobwebs
cleared, he rested his head on his hand and watched me blow Doug. Doug passed
him the joint, Davey wasn’t used to smoking and coughed a bit, but otherwise he
was soon toking reasonably well.
I felt like being a slut. Not only that, but having my friends use me in
tandem, my own willingness to degrade myself could very well have a positive
overall effect easing the demons. I tucked my knees under my belly and told
Davey to grab the lube and fuck me.
It was my first time taking it both ways and incredibly erotic. I let my
emotions go with ums and ahs and throaty purrs. I treated Doug to a wild,
animalistic-like, wonton BJ with my lustful resolve also shown to his balls. My
tongue could barely reach and graze where no guy should ever go if he wanted to
maintain any self-respect. I didn’t care. I would have done anything imaginable
to please Doug.
* * *
Later in our relationship, I was eating his hole regularly. He loved it!
Once, I drank his piss down without spilling a drop, a kinky whim of his I
obliged without scruples. I became his slut-boy ready to service anyplace,
anytime. I got fucked in bathrooms at house parties where dozens of our friends
were a closed door away. I gave him a hand job in a synagogue sitting through a
friends bar mitzvah, and a blowjob in a movie theatre watching a matinee of
‘Blue Lagoon’ that had turned him on terribly.
One day he was babysitting his 2 year old baby brother and fucked me while I
sucked the kid’s little dick, which, to my amazement, got hard! I didn’t mind
that, after all, a cock is a cock, and I was turned on by it. We had several
more three-ways with little Mikey. I even sat on his cocklet and fucked it
once.
I drew the line when he asked me to blow his dog, but I did jerk off the
German Shepherd all the way to orgasm. Yuck!
* * *
It wasn’t until after the sex that anyone noticed the absence of Danny. I
decided to lay some of my cards on the table and told them that Danny was
getting it on with Rick in my bedroom. Being extremely brave, I told them that I
had been having sex with Rick since I was ten years old. No big deal, why
wouldn’t a man like to fool around with the boys just like us. That put things
into perspective once they thought about it, but Doug was aghast at the thought
of having sex with an adult.
Davey was cool with it. A week later we accompanied Rick on an overnight
layover haul. We sucked and fucked in a three-way, easy to get Davey involved,
all I had to do was say the word. The next day back home, Davey lost the last of
his two virginities to my mother. He was my puppet not unlike Doug who would
pull my strings.
Doug refused any of my attempts to have him have sex with Rick. No overnight
truck rides or ecstasy could entice him. It wasn’t that he disliked Rick, on the
contrary, he liked the man very much, just wasn’t turned on by him.
Doug did have one weakness that could be exploited, girls. Doug suddenly had
an eye for the fairer sex and that was all he would ever talk about, even when
he and I were getting it on. I knew it was his way of dealing with the same sex
issue. He had to convince himself that he was straight and would go into tirades
about the virtues of girls to anyone that happened to be within earshot..
Weeks went by, then months. Still no budging on the Rick issue. Matter of
fact, he began to refuse to have group sex with the guys, he would watch, or let
someone else do him, but he would not reciprocate. On many occasions, he thought
that Davey or Danny were in the house having sex with Rick, which they were, but
he was never aware that they were also fucking my mother. He hadn’t earned that
privilege by first having sex with Rick.
One night we had a late night bonfire and Rick had joined us offering a few
joints. Doug was in one of his wishful womanizing moods telling Rick about
certain girls at school that he was hot for and what he wanted to do with them.
He and Doug stayed up while Danny, Davey and I went to bed to fool around.
Rick turned the tables and began telling Doug how good sex with a woman was
and that he didn’t know what he was missing. Doug was all ears hearing of Rick’s
conquests over the years. He expounded on the various smells and taste of pussy,
the pleasurable tightness or disappointing looseness he had experienced.
"Take my wife for instance. She’s got a fairly tight one even after giving
birth. --Ain’t she a looker, Doug? Pretty, petite, knows how to please her man.
Her little titties are just right, a mouthful, --anymore than that is a waste.
It’s the nipples that ya really care about. Long and perky to nibble on. Have ya
ever noticed her tits, Doug?"
"Oh, yeah!" he exclaimed. "She’s a pretty woman, a knock out. You’re a lucky
man, Rick."
"I thought you weren’t into adults, Dougy?" he laughed.
"Just not guy adults!" he blushed, getting Rick’s little dig. "Older women
are different, though, ya know, probably better fucks than school girls, I
imagine."
"Would ya like to fuck my wife, Doug? Ya know, --help me make love to her.
She has the hots for you, she told me that."
"Wha?" the boy said in shock, not believing his ears.
"I mean it, buddy. I’ll share her with ya under one condition."
"What’s that?" the pumped lad asked with enthusiasm.
"When Janet and I have three-ways, anything goes, ya know, guy-girl, guy-guy.
She gets really turned on watching me get fucked by another guy, or giving each
other blowjobs."
"I’m willing to that!" Doug became excited, "I’ve sucked cock! You know that
already, I’m sure."
"Nah, it wouldn’t be fair asking you to do something that you don’t want to
do. You don’t dig older men, Doug." Rick toyed with Doug’s libido.
"I - I - I just didn’t want the other guys knowing about it, ya know?" he
blushed, "I think yer hot, Rick, --really!"
"Then what are we waiting for? Let’s lose yer virginity tonight!"
And that’s all it took for Rick to get into Doug’s pants and have sex with
the thirteen year old stud that his stepson was doing with rave reviews. My
mother loved Doug’s almost man-sized cock, besides mine, of course. Doug also
had no problem putting on a sex show with Rick, his own ass eventually broken
into and enjoyed not only by Rick, but me, as well, when later I joined in the
sessions.
At first, Doug was really weirded out that I fucked my own mother, but he
grew used to the idea. We would come home for lunch several times a week and
have sex with her. That’s when he became controlling of me, and
I let him.
I firmly believe that he took his own submissiveness to Rick out on me. Doug
knew well that my continued access to my mother was assured if he pleased Rick.
It was almost laughable how he threw himself at the man that he loathed the
thought of ever having sex with.
Our first family orgy with all parties concerned happened on my 14th
birthday. I could tell that Doug was put out. Until that night, he was never
aware that Davey and Danny were also doing my mom. He was inhibited doing Rick
while the others looked on. Rick made him have sex with Davey and Danny;
however, Danny became the official bottom boy lying beside mother and taking
cock’s one after the other as she did. he preferred it that way, not much into
pussy as it turned out.
When Doug started skipping classes in order to be alone with my mother, she
cut him off. He didn’t want to share his piece of tail any longer, Doug had
become selfish and then Rick inevitably cut him off completely. His nose was out
of joint and I became his whipping boy. That’s when the indignities got
worse.
At his house, whenever Doug asked, "How ‘bout a cucumber salad?" I knew that
a large cucumber would be shoved up my ass, or I would sit on the handle of a
toilet plunger stuck to the floor, or impale myself on it if he stuck it to the
wall, but I always got to suck his cock while he was doing those things, a small
price to pay to taste his delicious, sweet cum, my reward in the end
--sometimes.
By then he had chased away Davey and Danny from the clubhouse. It was his
domain after school to whip me, again, it was okay, because he would inevitably
fuck me silly and when he told me to tell him how much I liked it, I did so from
the bottom of my heart begging for more. Sometimes, nature just had it that his
cock would be dirty. On those occasions he would pull out and make me suck it,
my punishment for not being clean.
My mother had taken up minding two neighbourhood boys after school, 8 and
nine. One day Doug asked me, --no, he told me, that I wanted to have sex with
them seeing how much I enjoyed his little brother. The youngest, Jarod, was
first. Doug lured him up to the clubhouse where we convinced him to take off his
clothes, as we had done, and play ‘big-boy’ games with us.
When Jarod showed reluctance, Doug told him that he was a scaredy cat, after
all, we were naked, no big deal! Not one liked to be called a
scaredy cat, Jarod stripped off his things. Impressive because it wasn’t
expected, his flaccid dick was the size of my pinky finger; it hung comfortably
over his ball sac, its foreskin gave it a bullet shape. Then Doug told me to get
it hard, I wanted to see that dick. My own cock was fully erect and the focus of
Jarod’s attention. I got down on my knees and fondled him. Doug sat on the edge
of the bed and stroked his hardening cock, another fascination
of for Jarod smiling shyly at the opened legged display a few
feet away.
I didn’t need to be told to use my mouth on the kid. Like Doug’s little
brother, Jarod responded to the sensation. Incredibly, Jarod wasn’t all that
smaller than Danny, I sucked him off, not because I had to, because I wanted to.
His tiny balls were not impressive; two marble-sized orbs wrapped snugly in a
pink sac close to his groin. Jarod was giggling, of course he wouldn’t be
sexually inclined, he was simply humoured by the teenager with his dick in his
mouth going ape shit over it,
Earlier, Doug had placed an ecstasy tablet in his piss slit and had me forge
through his dense foreskin to retrieve it using only my tongue, no fingers to
slide under the wafer thin sheath to get access to the treasure pill. That same
buried treasure was beginning to take effect. The familiar warm, fuzzy feeling
of brotherly love and horniness enveloped me. Jarod could have been any guy,
young or old, sucking cock was all that mattered, where it was rooted didn’t
mean a thing to me.
My neck hurt kneeling and straining down on the shorter boy was rectified
when I simply sat with my legs stretched behind him and did him at face level. I
used his ass as leverage to take him deeper, my nose pressed against his pubic
bone.
I suppose I was having too much fun. Doug told me to get up off my ass and
reached for Jarod placing the boy on the edge of the bed between his legs. He
then told me to fuck Jarod’s face until I came in his mouth, my reward for a job
well done, he said.
Jarod was reluctant to open his mouth to my cock pressed against his lips..
Doug pinched the boy’s nose telling him to open wide; it was his turn to play
‘hide the weenie.’ Jarod complied and I slid across his teeth to the back of his
throat. I didn’t mean to choke him. I pulled out slightly until he caught his
breath. Doug got impatient and told the boy to suck my cock. When he complied, I
began to fuck his mouth, my hand on the back of his head prevented him from
pulling away and Doug punching his back telling him to close his mouth and suck
until the boy got it right.
Jarod was blowing snot bubbles trying to breathe as I pounded his mouth
careful not to plunge to deep and choke him. I allowed him, or, nearer the
truth, Doug allowed him to take a second or two to fill his lungs; however my
cock never left his lips all the while, re-entry was gained with very little
force after a while.
Doug began telling me how much Jarod was enjoying my cock, even getting the
kid to acknowledge he like sucking cock. Doug told him that all little boy’s
loved sucking teenager’s dicks and how lucky he was to have Robbie show him how.
When I came, he gagged, my cum was running out his nose by the time I slowed and
finally pulled out.
Doug looked at me and smiled, he waved his hard cock, a silent invitation to
my just reward. In front of Jarod, who he told to watch and learn. I dropped to
my knees and went down on Doug. I never kept my sexual activities a secret from
Rick and mom. However, in bed with them that night, I never revealed that I had
molested Jarod. Nor the next several days when the scenes were played out again
over and over.
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loft. My cheek was against Doug’s shoulder, my stomach and chest against his
back with my arm around his waist, the other arm numb with pins and needles
under his side, but not wanting to disturb his slumber, I endured it. I then
felt the arm around my chest, without looking, I knew it was Davey. He had found
me at some time in his sleepy daze and staked his claim as I had done with Doug.
How gay was that!
I had a strange sense that there was an entity missing to complete the
foursome. I raised my head to scan the bed first, then the close confines of the
clubhouse. The bathroom door was ajar and clearly vacant. Danny was nowhere to
be seen. I craned my neck to look on the floor, his hightops were by the door
where he shucked them and his pride and joy ‘501’ black jeans lay in a heap
amongst the array of other garments that had been haphazardly discarded around
the clubhouse floor.
I began to worry, wracking my brain to recall if he ever mentioned being a
sleep-walker. I had a vision of him aimlessly walking the streets of the quiet
neighbourhood in the nude, a destination only known in his dreamland psyche.
Worry changed to panic and the need to look for him became overwhelming.
With the least amount of disruption I extracted myself from between Doug and
Davey, muffling pain as I got out of bed and stepped on an empty beer can, one
of many that littered the floor along with crumpled chip bags and chocolate bar
wrappers. The eight scattered white socks would be a challenge to discern
ownership of at some point later, I thought.
A peek up and down the deserted street, hiding my nudity behind a garbage
can. I darted back up the driveway stopping at Rick’s Kenworth to check the door
finding it locked. The inside of the house was quiet, No sign of a body in my
bed, I made my way down the hall stopping for a piss at the bathroom. That’s
when I heard the giggling coming from farther down the hall. Most kids would
cringe at the thought of their parents fooling around, let alone tiptoeing to
peek in their bedroom to see what they were up to.
I found Danny. He was on top of my mother. Rick had his hand between their
legs to keep his little cock from slipping out of what must have been an abyss
for him, even my own thicker cock barely spread the lips. Rick also had two
fingers in Danny’s ass.
Rick noticed me standing in the doorway. "Hope ya don’t mind, but I borrowed
Danny for a while. You guys were all passed out when I snuck up to see if you
had scored. --Congratulations, by the way."
"Are you going to come join us, honey?"
"Nah. I better be there when Doug and Davey wake up sober and start to have
shame attacks regretting what they did. They’ll need some more liquid courage,
so I’m taking a six-pack from the fridge, okay?"
"Sure. --There’s a bag of weed on the dresser if you want." offered Rick.
Back to the clubhouse I went with the beer and weed and sat rolling a couple
of joints while the guys slept. I lit one, cracked a beer and sat back admiring
their bodies. Davey would start to fill out soon putting some meat on his bones,
nonetheless, he also looked just fine the way he was. Doug was perfect in every
way.
An energetic good morning blowjob may scare off those pesky guilt demons that
I was sure would surface. It was one thing to have solo sex with me, he was okay
with that, but his dignity might be tarnished at having two other guys witness
him being less than masculine, even though those same other guys participated.
You just had to know how Doug’s mind worked sometimes.
He was hard very quickly, probably a piss-woody. Doug woke with a startled,
looked around confused while his mind sorted out where he was and why his cock
was warm and wet. I reached down and retrieved the joint and lighter and passed
them up to him. When he sat up against the wall I followed the short distance
without ever losing momentum. Davey stirred from beside us, and when the cobwebs
cleared, he rested his head on his hand and watched me blow Doug. Doug passed
him the joint, Davey wasn’t used to smoking and coughed a bit, but otherwise he
was soon toking reasonably well.
I felt like being a slut. Not only that, but having my friends use me in
tandem, my own willingness to degrade myself could very well have a positive
overall effect easing the demons. I tucked my knees under my belly and told
Davey to grab the lube and fuck me.
It was my first time taking it both ways and incredibly erotic. I let my
emotions go with ums and ahs and throaty purrs. I treated Doug to a wild,
animalistic-like, wonton BJ with my lustful resolve also shown to his balls. My
tongue could barely reach and graze where no guy should ever go if he wanted to
maintain any self-respect. I didn’t care. I would have done anything imaginable
to please Doug.
* * *
Later in our relationship, I was eating his hole regularly. He loved it!
Once, I drank his piss down without spilling a drop, a kinky whim of his I
obliged without scruples. I became his slut-boy ready to service anyplace,
anytime. I got fucked in bathrooms at house parties where dozens of our friends
were a closed door away. I gave him a hand job in a synagogue sitting through a
friends bar mitzvah, and a blowjob in a movie theatre watching a matinee of
‘Blue Lagoon’ that had turned him on terribly.
One day he was babysitting his 2 year old baby brother and fucked me while I
sucked the kid’s little dick, which, to my amazement, got hard! I didn’t mind
that, after all, a cock is a cock, and I was turned on by it. We had several
more three-ways with little Mikey. I even sat on his cocklet and fucked it
once.
I drew the line when he asked me to blow his dog, but I did jerk off the
German Shepherd all the way to orgasm. Yuck!
* * *
It wasn’t until after the sex that anyone noticed the absence of Danny. I
decided to lay some of my cards on the table and told them that Danny was
getting it on with Rick in my bedroom. Being extremely brave, I told them that I
had been having sex with Rick since I was ten years old. No big deal, why
wouldn’t a man like to fool around with the boys just like us. That put things
into perspective once they thought about it, but Doug was aghast at the thought
of having sex with an adult.
Davey was cool with it. A week later we accompanied Rick on an overnight
layover haul. We sucked and fucked in a three-way, easy to get Davey involved,
all I had to do was say the word. The next day back home, Davey lost the last of
his two virginities to my mother. He was my puppet not unlike Doug who would
pull my strings.
Doug refused any of my attempts to have him have sex with Rick. No overnight
truck rides or ecstasy could entice him. It wasn’t that he disliked Rick, on the
contrary, he liked the man very much, just wasn’t turned on by him.
Doug did have one weakness that could be exploited, girls. Doug suddenly had
an eye for the fairer sex and that was all he would ever talk about, even when
he and I were getting it on. I knew it was his way of dealing with the same sex
issue. He had to convince himself that he was straight and would go into tirades
about the virtues of girls to anyone that happened to be within earshot..
Weeks went by, then months. Still no budging on the Rick issue. Matter of
fact, he began to refuse to have group sex with the guys, he would watch, or let
someone else do him, but he would not reciprocate. On many occasions, he thought
that Davey or Danny were in the house having sex with Rick, which they were, but
he was never aware that they were also fucking my mother. He hadn’t earned that
privilege by first having sex with Rick.
One night we had a late night bonfire and Rick had joined us offering a few
joints. Doug was in one of his wishful womanizing moods telling Rick about
certain girls at school that he was hot for and what he wanted to do with them.
He and Doug stayed up while Danny, Davey and I went to bed to fool around.
Rick turned the tables and began telling Doug how good sex with a woman was
and that he didn’t know what he was missing. Doug was all ears hearing of Rick’s
conquests over the years. He expounded on the various smells and taste of pussy,
the pleasurable tightness or disappointing looseness he had experienced.
"Take my wife for instance. She’s got a fairly tight one even after giving
birth. --Ain’t she a looker, Doug? Pretty, petite, knows how to please her man.
Her little titties are just right, a mouthful, --anymore than that is a waste.
It’s the nipples that ya really care about. Long and perky to nibble on. Have ya
ever noticed her tits, Doug?"
"Oh, yeah!" he exclaimed. "She’s a pretty woman, a knock out. You’re a lucky
man, Rick."
"I thought you weren’t into adults, Dougy?" he laughed.
"Just not guy adults!" he blushed, getting Rick’s little dig. "Older women
are different, though, ya know, probably better fucks than school girls, I
imagine."
"Would ya like to fuck my wife, Doug? Ya know, --help me make love to her.
She has the hots for you, she told me that."
"Wha?" the boy said in shock, not believing his ears.
"I mean it, buddy. I’ll share her with ya under one condition."
"What’s that?" the pumped lad asked with enthusiasm.
"When Janet and I have three-ways, anything goes, ya know, guy-girl, guy-guy.
She gets really turned on watching me get fucked by another guy, or giving each
other blowjobs."
"I’m willing to that!" Doug became excited, "I’ve sucked cock! You know that
already, I’m sure."
"Nah, it wouldn’t be fair asking you to do something that you don’t want to
do. You don’t dig older men, Doug." Rick toyed with Doug’s libido.
"I - I - I just didn’t want the other guys knowing about it, ya know?" he
blushed, "I think yer hot, Rick, --really!"
"Then what are we waiting for? Let’s lose yer virginity tonight!"
And that’s all it took for Rick to get into Doug’s pants and have sex with
the thirteen year old stud that his stepson was doing with rave reviews. My
mother loved Doug’s almost man-sized cock, besides mine, of course. Doug also
had no problem putting on a sex show with Rick, his own ass eventually broken
into and enjoyed not only by Rick, but me, as well, when later I joined in the
sessions.
At first, Doug was really weirded out that I fucked my own mother, but he
grew used to the idea. We would come home for lunch several times a week and
have sex with her. That’s when he became controlling of me, and
I let him.
I firmly believe that he took his own submissiveness to Rick out on me. Doug
knew well that my continued access to my mother was assured if he pleased Rick.
It was almost laughable how he threw himself at the man that he loathed the
thought of ever having sex with.
Our first family orgy with all parties concerned happened on my 14th
birthday. I could tell that Doug was put out. Until that night, he was never
aware that Davey and Danny were also doing my mom. He was inhibited doing Rick
while the others looked on. Rick made him have sex with Davey and Danny;
however, Danny became the official bottom boy lying beside mother and taking
cock’s one after the other as she did. he preferred it that way, not much into
pussy as it turned out.
When Doug started skipping classes in order to be alone with my mother, she
cut him off. He didn’t want to share his piece of tail any longer, Doug had
become selfish and then Rick inevitably cut him off completely. His nose was out
of joint and I became his whipping boy. That’s when the indignities got
worse.
At his house, whenever Doug asked, "How ‘bout a cucumber salad?" I knew that
a large cucumber would be shoved up my ass, or I would sit on the handle of a
toilet plunger stuck to the floor, or impale myself on it if he stuck it to the
wall, but I always got to suck his cock while he was doing those things, a small
price to pay to taste his delicious, sweet cum, my reward in the end
--sometimes.
By then he had chased away Davey and Danny from the clubhouse. It was his
domain after school to whip me, again, it was okay, because he would inevitably
fuck me silly and when he told me to tell him how much I liked it, I did so from
the bottom of my heart begging for more. Sometimes, nature just had it that his
cock would be dirty. On those occasions he would pull out and make me suck it,
my punishment for not being clean.
My mother had taken up minding two neighbourhood boys after school, 8 and
nine. One day Doug asked me, --no, he told me, that I wanted to have sex with
them seeing how much I enjoyed his little brother. The youngest, Jarod, was
first. Doug lured him up to the clubhouse where we convinced him to take off his
clothes, as we had done, and play ‘big-boy’ games with us.
When Jarod showed reluctance, Doug told him that he was a scaredy cat, after
all, we were naked, no big deal! Not one liked to be called a
scaredy cat, Jarod stripped off his things. Impressive because it wasn’t
expected, his flaccid dick was the size of my pinky finger; it hung comfortably
over his ball sac, its foreskin gave it a bullet shape. Then Doug told me to get
it hard, I wanted to see that dick. My own cock was fully erect and the focus of
Jarod’s attention. I got down on my knees and fondled him. Doug sat on the edge
of the bed and stroked his hardening cock, another fascination
of for Jarod smiling shyly at the opened legged display a few
feet away.
I didn’t need to be told to use my mouth on the kid. Like Doug’s little
brother, Jarod responded to the sensation. Incredibly, Jarod wasn’t all that
smaller than Danny, I sucked him off, not because I had to, because I wanted to.
His tiny balls were not impressive; two marble-sized orbs wrapped snugly in a
pink sac close to his groin. Jarod was giggling, of course he wouldn’t be
sexually inclined, he was simply humoured by the teenager with his dick in his
mouth going ape shit over it,
Earlier, Doug had placed an ecstasy tablet in his piss slit and had me forge
through his dense foreskin to retrieve it using only my tongue, no fingers to
slide under the wafer thin sheath to get access to the treasure pill. That same
buried treasure was beginning to take effect. The familiar warm, fuzzy feeling
of brotherly love and horniness enveloped me. Jarod could have been any guy,
young or old, sucking cock was all that mattered, where it was rooted didn’t
mean a thing to me.
My neck hurt kneeling and straining down on the shorter boy was rectified
when I simply sat with my legs stretched behind him and did him at face level. I
used his ass as leverage to take him deeper, my nose pressed against his pubic
bone.
I suppose I was having too much fun. Doug told me to get up off my ass and
reached for Jarod placing the boy on the edge of the bed between his legs. He
then told me to fuck Jarod’s face until I came in his mouth, my reward for a job
well done, he said.
Jarod was reluctant to open his mouth to my cock pressed against his lips..
Doug pinched the boy’s nose telling him to open wide; it was his turn to play
‘hide the weenie.’ Jarod complied and I slid across his teeth to the back of his
throat. I didn’t mean to choke him. I pulled out slightly until he caught his
breath. Doug got impatient and told the boy to suck my cock. When he complied, I
began to fuck his mouth, my hand on the back of his head prevented him from
pulling away and Doug punching his back telling him to close his mouth and suck
until the boy got it right.
Jarod was blowing snot bubbles trying to breathe as I pounded his mouth
careful not to plunge to deep and choke him. I allowed him, or, nearer the
truth, Doug allowed him to take a second or two to fill his lungs; however my
cock never left his lips all the while, re-entry was gained with very little
force after a while.
Doug began telling me how much Jarod was enjoying my cock, even getting the
kid to acknowledge he like sucking cock. Doug told him that all little boy’s
loved sucking teenager’s dicks and how lucky he was to have Robbie show him how.
When I came, he gagged, my cum was running out his nose by the time I slowed and
finally pulled out.
Doug looked at me and smiled, he waved his hard cock, a silent invitation to
my just reward. In front of Jarod, who he told to watch and learn. I dropped to
my knees and went down on Doug. I never kept my sexual activities a secret from
Rick and mom. However, in bed with them that night, I never revealed that I had
molested Jarod. Nor the next several days when the scenes were played out again
over and over.
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chapter 5
I knew it would happen, just not sure when. Doug wanted me to fuck Jarod. It
was all he talked about spending the long weekend at the clubhouse. He was
fucking me twice a day, even gave me a blowjob. I was in love with him all over
again, he appeared to be the handsome, caring boy that I once knew well.
"You do want to fuck the kid, right?" asked Doug as he held my legs and slow
fucked me. "You don’t seem overly keen on the idea."
"I just think he’s too young, Dougy. I don’t want to hurt him."
"He’s plenty old enough. You weren’t much older when Rick started fucking
ya!" he reasoned. "He’s already turned out to be a pretty good little cock
sucker."
"How come you never get him to blow ya, too?" It was a question I had wanted
to ask for a few days, but was afraid of riling him. Doug had a short fuse and
the least little innocent thing could set him off.
"Because that’s what yer for after I watch the show. Got a problem with
that?"
Exactly what I was scared of, his tone of voice became defensive, I had to
settle him down. "No, Dougy. I love sucking yer cock and eating yer cum. I’m
happy that I get to do that and not HIM!" I said with conviction.
"So now I want to watch you fuck his little ass and then cum in his mouth!
--But if ya don’t want to please me . . ."
The guilt trip was laid. "I do WANT to please you, Dougy! Okay, I’ll fuck
Jarod if it means that much to ya. I never said I didn’t want to, and if ya
don’t think I’ll hurt him much, then why not? As ya said, I was taking Rick’s
huge cock like a trooper near that age. --Jarod will learn to love it, too!
Right?"
I swear that I could feel Doug’s erection twitch and thicken just a little
more. He didn’t answer me, he didn’t have to, he fucked me into oblivion and fed
me a grand load. I was quite used to sucking his dirty cock by then. Thanks to
my mother's suggestion, a high fiber diet kept me fairly clean and Doug from
getting angry.
Sex with Rick and mom became almost non existent. Doug told me that he was
all I needed to be satisfied. I never told my parents why I suddenly wanted to
sleep in my own bed, Rick claimed it was a phase I was going through, however,
the "phase" didn’t stop him from occasionally coming into my room late at night,
I just never told Doug about it. Nor did Doug want me to jerk off, although I
seldom ever did that anyway, I would do it in front of him, or sometimes he
would treat me to a hand job while he fucked me.
When his mother decided that he could do his own laundry now on. Once a week,
the one afternoon when his mom went to play cards with her friends, I would go
over and do it, fold it and put it away for him. I cleaned his room, mowed and
raked the lawn while he watched ‘Much Music’ on TV as loud as he wanted. I
didn’t mind, after all, as he said, he didn’t get to kick-back and enjoy that
stuff much like I did with my mother wrapped around my little finger. He
deserved it.
That’s when we would have little Mikey join us for sex. I had visions of
sucking off Mikey well into his teen years, eventually, him fucking me while I
sucked his older brother. Doug loved his little bro, and Mikey idolized him in
return. They would lay on the floor and play GI-Joe together, all the voice and
sound effects of combat mouthed. It was cute.
At the onset, and incest not being a moral issue for me, I did make the
mistake of asking Doug why he didn’t teach Mikey to suck his cock. After all,
they shared a room together and if he was horny, --Doug went ballistic and beat
me up. I had a black eye, a split lip, and multiple bruises on my upper body.
What an idiot I had been. I deserved it. I told my parents that I got into a
fight at school, no big deal. Rick was satisfied when I lied and told him other
than being worse for the wear, I won! My mother nursed my wounds, no broken
bones. The next day at school, Doug acted like nothing had happened, I even blew
him in the bathroom at lunch time.
After school that fateful Tuesday after the long weekend, we had little Jarod
naked in the clubhouse bent over the round pedestal table, the kind you see in
restaurants and bars, a perfect height. I had taken it atop the same table many
times, and that’s where Doug wanted it to happen and watch from the bed playing
with his junk. I thought that he would at least help secure the kid, maybe
muffle his screams that were sure to be deafening.
I had the advantage of surprise, Jarod didn’t have the foggiest idea of what
was going to happen as I greased up my dick with margarine from the house
refrigerator; Doug’s idea, we were out of baby oil and vaseline.
I spread his cheeks wide with the fingers of one hand until his pink
puckered, chewed-bubblegum looking hole made my hard cock twitch and my heart
pound in final anticipation of deflowering him, if not for the ultimate reason,
--to please Doug!
Jarod howled like a wolf at the moon, his head reared back completing the
analogy. I had gained a good two inches in seconds before he reacted and I
wasn’t letting that advantage go to waste and plunged forward, retracting only a
quarter inch and forge ahead to gain another inch or so while completely
blacking out Jarod’s complaints. My attention was on Doug, who was all smiles, a
thumbs up and a wink of the eye, playing with his beautiful cock that he
promised to make love to me with after Jarod had been taken; not giving him a
blowjob as usual, an intimate coupling, maybe even a hand job and a kiss as he
was so capable of at times when I was good.
Good was completely submissive, a subconscious roll of my eyes when I wasn’t
quite up to his desires could set him off. One day I was sick at school,
vomiting and diarrhea. I was sent home by the nurse, but before I could leave, he
took me into the bathroom and fucked my already red-eye sore ass hole, and then
came over after school to do it again.
The wonderful feeling of a pending orgasm just short of a few more pumps in
the confines of Jarod’s colon, I pulled out, flipped him over like a ragdoll and
forced by cock into his mouth. He seemed to welcome the reprieve from his bum
only too happy to suck me dry. I looked over disappointed to see a fountain of
ivory cum spewing from Doug’s cock. There would be no just reward for me.
Doug’s agenda next called for 9 year-old Jeremy to be molested, however that
plan was thwarted when I happened past my bedroom to see Rick standing in front
of my bed bare assed, his pants down to his knees. I couldn’t see Jeremy, but
the small legs dangling from the edge of the bed between Rick’s legs left no
doubt that Rick was getting a blowjob from the kid. I quietly retreated to the
clubhouse and told Doug what I saw. He rose, went to the window and called out
summoning Jarod who was playing with Tonka trucks in the back yard. The kid
would suffice for Doug’s taste for voyeurism another day.
When we were 14 and in grade eight we both made the middle school football
team. One night while slow fucking me which always meant that Doug had something
on his mind.
"Do you love me?" he asked out of the blue.
"I guess so, I dunno. You're my best friend and all."
"But you would do anything I asked, right?"
"Haven’t I so far?"
"I wanna see you blow me off in front of the whole team." I felt his cock
thicken a little as it always did when he was planning something horny for me to
do.
"Wha? --You can’t be serious! I dunno bout that, Dougy." I said
apprehensively, "I don’t want everyone to know I suck your cock!
"Maybe even suck them off if anyone wants one. That would be so hot watching
ya pull train on the whole team!" he said excitedly and commenced fucking me
hard.
A month had gone by and he never mentioned it again. However, as fate would
have it, the team got together for a piss-up in the woods one Friday night after
a victory game and Doug made his move. He told the other 13 guys that I had lost
a major bet with him and had to blow him as loser of the deal.
I fully expected that the macho guys would snub their noses at any guy
sucking off another. Instead they seemed very interested in watching me
humiliate myself when Doug stood before me sitting on a log and dropped his
jeans.
"SUCK, SUCK, SUCK," the team encouraged in a unified chant
forming a semicircle so everyone could see followed by catcalls, hoots and
giggles as the bonfire illuminated the scene.
And suck I did, surprised at how turned on I was by it. My cock was straining
my jeans begging for release. It wasn’t my imagination when at the corner of my
eye I saw Tommy Jenkins’ track pants jutting out. I wondered how many more of my
teammates were turned on watching me make a spectacle of myself.
Doug made it very clear to the that he was cumming in my mouth with grunts
and groans. I spiced it up with exaggerated slurping sounds and kept suckling
him until he went soft. Seconds after I released him, he announced, "Actually
the bet was for 15 blowjobs whenever I wanted to cash them in. I’m willing to
share them with you guys if ya want and Robbie clean up his debt."
I heard the distinct sound of snaps and zippers. Tommy was struggling with a
knot in his draw string. Doug laughed and told them to slow down, that to be
fair they would be serviced by team jersey numbers, the lowest, 07, was James
Peterson, a fifteen year old who wasted no time stepping up to where Doug was
and pulling down his jeans.
I had often seen my mates nude in the showers, I was getting a new
perspective on their individual masculinity. They came in all shapes and sizes,
the smallest was Peter Williams, another 15 year old who’s dick no longer or
thicker than my middle finger. Others varied sized from smokies to ballpark
franks and regular weinies.The largest was Tony Fontini, a fourteen year old
Italian, that in every way resembled a plump Italian sausage right down to its
curvature and those heavy golf balls produced one fuck of a load!
Early into being a team "player," I had my own cock out and stroking it and
somehow staving off orgasm until the last boy came in my mouth. I came all over
Jimmy Miller’s left Adida runner, the pearly white gobs were highlighted
atop his black shoe that Doug made me clean up with my tongue. Jimmy complained
that now his other shoe didn’t match his left one, and without being told I
obliged him with two equally polished shoes. My jaw ached and I was belching up
the taste of cum long into the night.
I lost a few more bets to Doug over the following week until that ploy wore
thin and wasn’t needed any longer. The showers after practise or the clubhouse
had me on my knees, and not too long after, bent over the table with both
orifices stuffed with boy meat. I was never shunned by my teammates, maybe a
slight loss of respect. They knew they had a good thing going, why spoil it?
As it turned out, 14 year olds Timmy Oliver and Steven Marchuk didn't have an
issue with a little reciprocation when alone with me. Both gave great head and
Timmy liked it up the ass as well. I separately introduced both teens to Rick
who in turn introduced them to my mother. We had many orgies thereafter, neither
Tim nor Steven knew about the other, not even Doug knew that I was fooling
around with them behind his back.
Doug was fifteen when he got his first girlfriend, Callie. Doug was fucking
her not two months later but she refused to blow him. Many times I smelt her
pussy off his cock. Also, he still wanted his ass eaten out. However he no
longer had use for my ass. They regularly fucked in the clubhouse that I was
temporarily evicted from, later he would have me eat his jism from the condom.
Two fingers scissored at the reservoir, I forced them and the goop up the rubber
to where my tongue awaited. Rick began to cut a hole in the end so that I could
suck it out wasting little.
With 14 guys and Rick to service, I was giving 5 or 6 blowjobs a day, more on
weekends. Eventually Doug and I drifted apart during first year senior high.
Most of my ex-teammates still came around the clubhouse until the day they
graduated.
Rick left my mom when I got too old for him and mom stopped minding kids. She
never said why, but I believe Rick was tasting the forbidden fruit a little too
often for her liking. Last we heard he was living in the next town over shacked
up with a woman and her nine year old son. I quit school in grade 11 and got a
job at the factory to make ends meet. I became the man of the house in every
sense of the phrase, I kept my mother safe and sexually satisfied. She had
watched and felt her little boy grow into a man. They say that a cock doesn’t
stop growing until around eighteen, and grow I did, tapping out the ruler at 8.5
inches, yes, mother did measure it once.
Mom was minding kids again after school and I got my homo appetite satisfied
in the clubhouse with them. Occasionally I brought a guy home to bed but
mother’s sharing days were over, I was enough for her and she never minded me
playing around. I think she knew about the little boys too, but turned a blind
eye.
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was all he talked about spending the long weekend at the clubhouse. He was
fucking me twice a day, even gave me a blowjob. I was in love with him all over
again, he appeared to be the handsome, caring boy that I once knew well.
"You do want to fuck the kid, right?" asked Doug as he held my legs and slow
fucked me. "You don’t seem overly keen on the idea."
"I just think he’s too young, Dougy. I don’t want to hurt him."
"He’s plenty old enough. You weren’t much older when Rick started fucking
ya!" he reasoned. "He’s already turned out to be a pretty good little cock
sucker."
"How come you never get him to blow ya, too?" It was a question I had wanted
to ask for a few days, but was afraid of riling him. Doug had a short fuse and
the least little innocent thing could set him off.
"Because that’s what yer for after I watch the show. Got a problem with
that?"
Exactly what I was scared of, his tone of voice became defensive, I had to
settle him down. "No, Dougy. I love sucking yer cock and eating yer cum. I’m
happy that I get to do that and not HIM!" I said with conviction.
"So now I want to watch you fuck his little ass and then cum in his mouth!
--But if ya don’t want to please me . . ."
The guilt trip was laid. "I do WANT to please you, Dougy! Okay, I’ll fuck
Jarod if it means that much to ya. I never said I didn’t want to, and if ya
don’t think I’ll hurt him much, then why not? As ya said, I was taking Rick’s
huge cock like a trooper near that age. --Jarod will learn to love it, too!
Right?"
I swear that I could feel Doug’s erection twitch and thicken just a little
more. He didn’t answer me, he didn’t have to, he fucked me into oblivion and fed
me a grand load. I was quite used to sucking his dirty cock by then. Thanks to
my mother's suggestion, a high fiber diet kept me fairly clean and Doug from
getting angry.
Sex with Rick and mom became almost non existent. Doug told me that he was
all I needed to be satisfied. I never told my parents why I suddenly wanted to
sleep in my own bed, Rick claimed it was a phase I was going through, however,
the "phase" didn’t stop him from occasionally coming into my room late at night,
I just never told Doug about it. Nor did Doug want me to jerk off, although I
seldom ever did that anyway, I would do it in front of him, or sometimes he
would treat me to a hand job while he fucked me.
When his mother decided that he could do his own laundry now on. Once a week,
the one afternoon when his mom went to play cards with her friends, I would go
over and do it, fold it and put it away for him. I cleaned his room, mowed and
raked the lawn while he watched ‘Much Music’ on TV as loud as he wanted. I
didn’t mind, after all, as he said, he didn’t get to kick-back and enjoy that
stuff much like I did with my mother wrapped around my little finger. He
deserved it.
That’s when we would have little Mikey join us for sex. I had visions of
sucking off Mikey well into his teen years, eventually, him fucking me while I
sucked his older brother. Doug loved his little bro, and Mikey idolized him in
return. They would lay on the floor and play GI-Joe together, all the voice and
sound effects of combat mouthed. It was cute.
At the onset, and incest not being a moral issue for me, I did make the
mistake of asking Doug why he didn’t teach Mikey to suck his cock. After all,
they shared a room together and if he was horny, --Doug went ballistic and beat
me up. I had a black eye, a split lip, and multiple bruises on my upper body.
What an idiot I had been. I deserved it. I told my parents that I got into a
fight at school, no big deal. Rick was satisfied when I lied and told him other
than being worse for the wear, I won! My mother nursed my wounds, no broken
bones. The next day at school, Doug acted like nothing had happened, I even blew
him in the bathroom at lunch time.
After school that fateful Tuesday after the long weekend, we had little Jarod
naked in the clubhouse bent over the round pedestal table, the kind you see in
restaurants and bars, a perfect height. I had taken it atop the same table many
times, and that’s where Doug wanted it to happen and watch from the bed playing
with his junk. I thought that he would at least help secure the kid, maybe
muffle his screams that were sure to be deafening.
I had the advantage of surprise, Jarod didn’t have the foggiest idea of what
was going to happen as I greased up my dick with margarine from the house
refrigerator; Doug’s idea, we were out of baby oil and vaseline.
I spread his cheeks wide with the fingers of one hand until his pink
puckered, chewed-bubblegum looking hole made my hard cock twitch and my heart
pound in final anticipation of deflowering him, if not for the ultimate reason,
--to please Doug!
Jarod howled like a wolf at the moon, his head reared back completing the
analogy. I had gained a good two inches in seconds before he reacted and I
wasn’t letting that advantage go to waste and plunged forward, retracting only a
quarter inch and forge ahead to gain another inch or so while completely
blacking out Jarod’s complaints. My attention was on Doug, who was all smiles, a
thumbs up and a wink of the eye, playing with his beautiful cock that he
promised to make love to me with after Jarod had been taken; not giving him a
blowjob as usual, an intimate coupling, maybe even a hand job and a kiss as he
was so capable of at times when I was good.
Good was completely submissive, a subconscious roll of my eyes when I wasn’t
quite up to his desires could set him off. One day I was sick at school,
vomiting and diarrhea. I was sent home by the nurse, but before I could leave, he
took me into the bathroom and fucked my already red-eye sore ass hole, and then
came over after school to do it again.
The wonderful feeling of a pending orgasm just short of a few more pumps in
the confines of Jarod’s colon, I pulled out, flipped him over like a ragdoll and
forced by cock into his mouth. He seemed to welcome the reprieve from his bum
only too happy to suck me dry. I looked over disappointed to see a fountain of
ivory cum spewing from Doug’s cock. There would be no just reward for me.
Doug’s agenda next called for 9 year-old Jeremy to be molested, however that
plan was thwarted when I happened past my bedroom to see Rick standing in front
of my bed bare assed, his pants down to his knees. I couldn’t see Jeremy, but
the small legs dangling from the edge of the bed between Rick’s legs left no
doubt that Rick was getting a blowjob from the kid. I quietly retreated to the
clubhouse and told Doug what I saw. He rose, went to the window and called out
summoning Jarod who was playing with Tonka trucks in the back yard. The kid
would suffice for Doug’s taste for voyeurism another day.
When we were 14 and in grade eight we both made the middle school football
team. One night while slow fucking me which always meant that Doug had something
on his mind.
"Do you love me?" he asked out of the blue.
"I guess so, I dunno. You're my best friend and all."
"But you would do anything I asked, right?"
"Haven’t I so far?"
"I wanna see you blow me off in front of the whole team." I felt his cock
thicken a little as it always did when he was planning something horny for me to
do.
"Wha? --You can’t be serious! I dunno bout that, Dougy." I said
apprehensively, "I don’t want everyone to know I suck your cock!
"Maybe even suck them off if anyone wants one. That would be so hot watching
ya pull train on the whole team!" he said excitedly and commenced fucking me
hard.
A month had gone by and he never mentioned it again. However, as fate would
have it, the team got together for a piss-up in the woods one Friday night after
a victory game and Doug made his move. He told the other 13 guys that I had lost
a major bet with him and had to blow him as loser of the deal.
I fully expected that the macho guys would snub their noses at any guy
sucking off another. Instead they seemed very interested in watching me
humiliate myself when Doug stood before me sitting on a log and dropped his
jeans.
"SUCK, SUCK, SUCK," the team encouraged in a unified chant
forming a semicircle so everyone could see followed by catcalls, hoots and
giggles as the bonfire illuminated the scene.
And suck I did, surprised at how turned on I was by it. My cock was straining
my jeans begging for release. It wasn’t my imagination when at the corner of my
eye I saw Tommy Jenkins’ track pants jutting out. I wondered how many more of my
teammates were turned on watching me make a spectacle of myself.
Doug made it very clear to the that he was cumming in my mouth with grunts
and groans. I spiced it up with exaggerated slurping sounds and kept suckling
him until he went soft. Seconds after I released him, he announced, "Actually
the bet was for 15 blowjobs whenever I wanted to cash them in. I’m willing to
share them with you guys if ya want and Robbie clean up his debt."
I heard the distinct sound of snaps and zippers. Tommy was struggling with a
knot in his draw string. Doug laughed and told them to slow down, that to be
fair they would be serviced by team jersey numbers, the lowest, 07, was James
Peterson, a fifteen year old who wasted no time stepping up to where Doug was
and pulling down his jeans.
I had often seen my mates nude in the showers, I was getting a new
perspective on their individual masculinity. They came in all shapes and sizes,
the smallest was Peter Williams, another 15 year old who’s dick no longer or
thicker than my middle finger. Others varied sized from smokies to ballpark
franks and regular weinies.The largest was Tony Fontini, a fourteen year old
Italian, that in every way resembled a plump Italian sausage right down to its
curvature and those heavy golf balls produced one fuck of a load!
Early into being a team "player," I had my own cock out and stroking it and
somehow staving off orgasm until the last boy came in my mouth. I came all over
Jimmy Miller’s left Adida runner, the pearly white gobs were highlighted
atop his black shoe that Doug made me clean up with my tongue. Jimmy complained
that now his other shoe didn’t match his left one, and without being told I
obliged him with two equally polished shoes. My jaw ached and I was belching up
the taste of cum long into the night.
I lost a few more bets to Doug over the following week until that ploy wore
thin and wasn’t needed any longer. The showers after practise or the clubhouse
had me on my knees, and not too long after, bent over the table with both
orifices stuffed with boy meat. I was never shunned by my teammates, maybe a
slight loss of respect. They knew they had a good thing going, why spoil it?
As it turned out, 14 year olds Timmy Oliver and Steven Marchuk didn't have an
issue with a little reciprocation when alone with me. Both gave great head and
Timmy liked it up the ass as well. I separately introduced both teens to Rick
who in turn introduced them to my mother. We had many orgies thereafter, neither
Tim nor Steven knew about the other, not even Doug knew that I was fooling
around with them behind his back.
Doug was fifteen when he got his first girlfriend, Callie. Doug was fucking
her not two months later but she refused to blow him. Many times I smelt her
pussy off his cock. Also, he still wanted his ass eaten out. However he no
longer had use for my ass. They regularly fucked in the clubhouse that I was
temporarily evicted from, later he would have me eat his jism from the condom.
Two fingers scissored at the reservoir, I forced them and the goop up the rubber
to where my tongue awaited. Rick began to cut a hole in the end so that I could
suck it out wasting little.
With 14 guys and Rick to service, I was giving 5 or 6 blowjobs a day, more on
weekends. Eventually Doug and I drifted apart during first year senior high.
Most of my ex-teammates still came around the clubhouse until the day they
graduated.
Rick left my mom when I got too old for him and mom stopped minding kids. She
never said why, but I believe Rick was tasting the forbidden fruit a little too
often for her liking. Last we heard he was living in the next town over shacked
up with a woman and her nine year old son. I quit school in grade 11 and got a
job at the factory to make ends meet. I became the man of the house in every
sense of the phrase, I kept my mother safe and sexually satisfied. She had
watched and felt her little boy grow into a man. They say that a cock doesn’t
stop growing until around eighteen, and grow I did, tapping out the ruler at 8.5
inches, yes, mother did measure it once.
Mom was minding kids again after school and I got my homo appetite satisfied
in the clubhouse with them. Occasionally I brought a guy home to bed but
mother’s sharing days were over, I was enough for her and she never minded me
playing around. I think she knew about the little boys too, but turned a blind
eye.
The End
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